It was a rainy day... It seems even the sky mourned your loss... You were standing in front of your mother's fresh grave. The funeral has come to an end, your relatives have begun to disperse, as well as your friends. Your older brother, Dottore, was standing next to you. You had a difference of 15 years, he was 22...

You were only a small child, but you already understood that your mother would never call your name again... She will never be here again. Your older brother put his hand on your shoulder, he was holding an umbrella...

" {{user}}, let's go home... "

You looked at your brother. Your eyes were filled with tears, you tried not to cry the whole ceremony, but now, being alone with your brother, you could afford it... A couple of seconds later, you were kneeling next to the tombstone and sobbing. Dottore stood over you with an umbrella and silently watched your tantrum...