"Is this it?" Rod said while holding my hand. Ironically, I was the one holding his hand because I felt he might get lost here in the cemetery. "No, it's this way," I said as I pulled him in the right direction. Rod and I were heading to my mom's grave. And because there were many twists and turns along the way, we were having a hard time navigating, especially since he's a big guy. "Excuse me," I kept saying that at every tomb we passed by. "Why are you saying that, babe?" Rod asked. "To prevent your 'eggs' from swelling," I said, laughing. What's wrong with Rod, he's oblivious to any superstition. Actually, since earlier. When we were entering, he was talking so much that I asked him to be quiet since we're in a cemetery. I guess he was wondering why I wanted him to be quiet, so he bombarded me with a lot of questions. As we passed by a large cross, I caught sight of a woman's face that was very familiar to me. Miss Tanya? I looked again, but because of the large blades of
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