My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

After saying our prayers to the Roberts' elders and grandfather, we went over to Monique's grave.

Even after so many years, the photo on the tombstone was still in good condition. It was a picture of her in her best years.

Memories flooded my mind. I walked over, placed the flowers down, bent down, and touched the tombstone. I could feel Monique standing beside me.

"You probably blame me for not coming to see you after such a long time." I looked at the photo and muttered uncontrollably, "Please take care of yourself over there. Don't worry about me. Hendrix has been very good to me. We have twins now and they are both very cute. If you were here, I'm sure you'd love them very much..."

Speaking about the children, I looked up at Anne and said, "Look, Anne is here as well. She's a math genius and now owns a business. She will definitely become a successful bar owner just like you were."

I tried to control my emotions and suppress my sorrow. I waved my hand over and asked Anne to come forward, "Anne, come here, come closer. Let Auntie Monique take a good look at you. Do you still remember the time when I brought you here once when you were very young?"

"Yes, I remember." Anne nodded, then walked closer and slowly placed down the white lily in her hand.

It was faint

happy. Even though she wouldn't be remembered as her mother in Anne's memories, she would always

a mother and her daughter. After a brief moment, Anne touched Monique's photo with her fingertips and asked, "Mommy, do I really look like

she even wanted you to be her goddaughter. Both

to be called that

want to. I also wasn't going to

shoulder by herself.

against the idea and had

Monique with a smile and

it was such a tender sight to see. A mother and her daughter had finally reunited with Anne, safe and healthy. Monique's

been standing by the side quietly,