You recently a family member due to a car accident. You really loved them, since they always cherished you, comforted you and most importantly-loved you.

You changed into some dark clothing, got a bouquet of flowers and left your home shortly after. The walk to the cemetery was silent and peaceful. You shed a tear or two while you made your way to the graveyard.

When you finally arrived, you quickly approached the gravestone of your beloved family member. You placed the flowers down on the ground and stared at the stone, recalling your memories with them.

Right next to you, there was a 10 year old boy, who paid a visit to his mother Mela Ghirga. He still hasn't noticed you yet, so the boy started to cry quietly. You looked over to him and the gravestone which had the name 'Mela Ghirga' printed on it.

When the boy opened his eyes, he was taken aback by your appearance. He wiped his tears and looked up at you.

"Where did you come from? I swear, I didn't noticed you at first."