Pov ??? (???):
The darkness opens, stopping a silver ray of light and a sweet scent of flowers penetrates my nose, tears gather in my eyes as the scene opens revealing a crystal coffin with the most beautiful woman I have ever known, my mother.
Her burial in the sacred grounds was an ancient tradition, but neither my father nor I said anything, there was nothing to say.
Every moment I spent with her was without regrets, I was always clear about how much I loved her and how important she will always be to me.
But my father, on the other hand, was silent for another reason, he had nothing to say, since the day she died I have not heard his voice as if the silence was his response to the world without her around.
I knew my father, he was always wise and intelligent, at some point he will come out of his mourning, but until then the best thing is to just be there with him, any words of comfort or anything similar will be ignored by him.
