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.

Next to me, someone was sobbing quietly. It was a woman who was in her thirties. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

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

was not in the best condition, she could tell that it was a child.

with reddened

say anything and kept my

the woman hadn't left yet. It seemed that she didn't want

me a story about a girl, an eight-year-old child. She had a happy family - parents and a younger brother. The four

Disaster fell upon them and took her father away. Her mother could not bear the sorrow, so she remarried, taking her brother with her while she was tossed

income through fortune-telling. Her presence made her grandmother's already pessimistic

out all the pain and suffering in her life on her through abuse and torture. As a

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

I didn't think much

home, after all. I

In my

woke up from my dream. I couldn't sleep

torn apart, and I was