Few Days Later....

Agustin slowly got down on his knees and rubbed the top of his daughter's grave with his palm, ever so slowly as if touching something very fragile, as if brushing off some imaginary dust which might have found its way to his precious daughter's grave, almost in the same fashion as he would pat the head of his child if she were alive.

He did it again, and again... and again, the motion becoming vigorous with every passing second, with every stroke, in a state ...