Rose got out of the car. In the woman's hands were now some of the flower stalks she had bought. Behind the woman, a middle-aged man followed in her footsteps. The two of them simultaneously stepped into a tomb that they had not visited in a long time.
Rose's lips smiled softly after she managed to get to the tomb with the tombstone bearing the name of her brother, Peter Brooke. The woman touched the tombstone gently. "We haven't seen each other in a long time, Peter," said Rose in a low voice. The woman touched the tombstone slowly then began to put down some roses that she had bought earlier.
Anthony Brooke did the same thing as Rose did before. The middle-aged man smiled with teary eyes. Past memories of Peter now filled his head. Almost all of them are pleasant memories and only the last time was the worst.
