My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I wanted to cry but I couldn't do it. The child was called Callum, a name given by Irvin, he no surname was given. His tomb was placed in the south.

The child's picture on the tombstone was blurred while the front of the tomb was covered in weed.

I squatted in front of the tomb and started cleaning the surrounding mess.

Leaning my forehead against the tomb, I smiled faintly. "I'm sorry, my child for only being here now."

I had been avoiding this for so many years. I thought I could get over it, but I couldn't.

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I cast a sideways glance at the tombstone in front of her. It was the tomb of a middle-aged woman. It was probably her mother.

There was nothing I could say to comfort her. I remained quiet, watched her cry, and felt an emptiness in my heart. Why didn't I have any tears to cry?

After a while, the woman stopped crying. When she noticed me, she was slightly stunned. She said in a hoarse voice, "You..."

faintly, "I'm here to visit my

she glanced sideways, she took a look at the picture on the tombstone. Although the picture was not in the best condition, she could tell that it was

reddened

anything and kept my gaze

cemetery, the woman hadn't left yet.

a story about a girl, an eight-year-old child. She had a happy family - parents and a younger brother. The four of them lived a good life together. However,

her father away. Her mother could not bear the sorrow, so she remarried, taking her brother with her while

meagre income through fortune-telling. Her presence made her grandmother's already pessimistic life took a

life on her through abuse and torture. As a young girl, she made the harsh and

I was in complete shock. I didn't understand why she

stunned, I didn't

my home, after all. I only came to visit

took a long nap. In my

tears brimming in my eyes, I cried and woke up from my dream.

memory was torn apart, and I was