Five Years of Silence: The Flowers That Forced Me to Remember
As the anniversary approached, I mentioned to her I was going to the cemetery. She looked at me with unreadable eyes and said, “It’s that time again, isn’t it, Dad?” I picked up white roses from the florist Winter’s favorite and laid them gently at her grave, whispering the words I always did: how much…
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