SEBASTIAN

AFTER A YEAR…

The air was cool and fresh as the rain fell slightly from the sky. Now there was another place where I found tranquility, my mother’s grave. I was looking at her resting place as an end to her story here with us and a beginning of a new one in the afterlife.

A cold gravestone could never mark her glorious life. She was my support throughout everything.

“Your mother is very proud of you, Bash,” Teresa said in a warm voice, placing fresh peonies on her grave. ...