The child's shy voice rang through. Josiah, who was in a daze, turned his head and his gaze landed on me. He was slightly stunned.

Perhaps he knew that the person who spoke just now wasn't me, so he looked at Anne.

The adult and child looked at each other for a moment. They were father and daughter. They were inextricably linked. He pursed his lips and frowned.

After some time, he looked at me and said, "The child is..."

"Anne, give the flowers to Mama Monique," I spoke. I intended to avoid his question.

If Monique didn't want to hand over the child to Josiah, then I wouldn't. It was selfish, but it was also Monique's last wish.

Anne nodded. She was too young to understand the meaning of life and death. Putting the sunflower in front of the tombstone, she stared at the photo on the tombstone.

She was about the equal height of the tombstone. So, she could see the photo without bending down. Mother and daughter met and looked each other in the eye. It seemed like I went back in time when the mother and daughter hugged and cried together.

"Mama Monique, Mom said that you are very important to her. Mom is very important to me. From now on, you are also important to me too," Anne said.

The child's words and logic were strange, but her voice was soft. It could make people feel particularly sorry for her.

a miscarriage back then. He should also know that Anne wasn't

too calm and deep. He

gone. Now that he was here, someone had probably told

looked at me and

asked for the child's name. "Moanna Reid!" I looked at the tombstone, where Anne

saddening looking at

Adam's apple trembled as he said, "It's

the tombstone, and my heart stopped. Four years. In these four years, I could always see Monique and that child waving

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Sometimes, I would wonder what our child would be

from inside out. Fortunately, there was Anne, who was by my side, and my memories were filled with Hovell. I escaped from the

That's right!

thing we could do was to take

woman's voice sounded behind him, dispersing the fog in the early morning. "Josiah,

slowly turned around and

became more attractive. She was no longer

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