The sound of footsteps was barely heard as she walked slowly on the sand. Heading towards the one place she knew she couldn't forget no matter how much she tried to. The loneliness had begun to creep away as she continued and when she stopped the memories were quick to warm up the spot that the loneliness had left open. Reminding her of everything she had left behind.
"I don't get it, dad had no culture." She said, watching how her mother ordered the man to place decorations on certain parts. "He does, he just never had a family to guide him right. They were all focused on the mafia for too long that they forgot the important things." Her mother said with a wink as she quickly turned back to the tasks.
