All night Evans was up at his father's grave. He told stories of crying and expressing all his worries.
"I'm tired, Father. Could you also take me away?"
After saying that, he fell asleep beside his father's grave until morning.
Something about Evans in his sleep. He opened his eyes and saw a small child in front of him.
Evans looked around, looking for the figure that was carrying this child.
"Who are you? Why are you up on the mountain alone?" he asked.
The boy just smiled at Evans. Then he stood by Christopher's grave and rubbed the headstone.
"Hey kid, why are you here? Where are your parents?" he asked.
The boy was Philips, his own son. He often went alone when Bu Mahdi was busy.
"Hey!" call Evans.
But Philips ignored Evans all. Evans looked around to see if his parents were there.
"Why are small children left to walk alone?" Evans said, annoyed.
