ZADEDead leaves crunch under my boots as I walk the narrow, overgrown trail.It's so quiet here, even the birds are not singing. Only a gentle sway of the trees and the rustling of the leaves.I reach my destination and look at the trimmed and well-kept tombstone. The flowers I brought last time are still here but dead now, just like everything else in this cemetery. Crouching down, I pick them up and replace them with fresh ones I have brought.“hi, mom.” I sigh, looking at the stone, the name scribbled, and the short message. Right beside it, there is another smaller one, my baby brother.Coming here today, especially after the conversation I had with my grandfather, was tough. It has felt like I have been the only one fighting for my mom even long after she left. I feel like I have been alone all this time.Things are changing. Everything seems to be falling apart, shifting and reshaping itself, and I don’t know what to do with myself. I am the one person that changing will never
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