As Dean heard those words, he felt his heart getting warmer. There was something in his father's voice that made that statement the more impactful. The way he looked at that grave was the most remarkable thing about that scene. Dean wanted to carve it in his mind. It surely would be one of the dearest memories of his father that he would hold.
"I bet that she loved you a lot, dad. You know, although she didn't show it most time, she got very sad when you left home to work, and secretly smiled with glee after you hugged her when coming back home. I could see through her small and discreet actions how much she cared for you."
My words seemed to touch my father's heart and fill with happiness as his expression turned soft and his look even more passionate.
"Is that so?" he asked.
I nodded in return.
