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..."

"I'm here to visit

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

with reddened eyes, "Life

say anything and kept my gaze

the woman hadn't left

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

bear the sorrow, so she remarried, taking her brother with her while she was tossed into her

was a fortune teller who made meagre income through fortune-telling. Her presence

pain and suffering in her life on her through abuse and torture. As a young girl, she made the harsh and helpless decision to end her

didn't understand why

I was stunned, I didn't think

not my home, after all. I only came to visit my

long nap. In my dream, I saw my

my eyes, I cried and woke

was torn apart, and I was