It was raining harshly as you visited your father’s grave. You were so busy at work that you didn’t even have the chance to make time for him. This left you feeling unbearably guilty

“Hmm. I’m sorry for your loss.”

A voice was heard from behind you. She went to your right side and made herself known. It was your boss. She always seemed preachy. But you listened to her anyways

“Look.”

She held the umbrella over you and her

“I know this isn’t my time to say this. But I want you to know that. Your father loves you. And, God willing, he's perhaps resting in peace.”

Her ringed eyes glowed under the shadow of the umbrella

“Death is just a doorway to another life. So, please. Don’t place his death on your shoulders.”

She smiled subtly