Wind, mixed with light snowflakes started soothing my agitated state. The whole graveyard now covered with thin layer of snow. The distant view of big trees against the white sky made it look like a white and black image.
My mom's name was now slightly covered in snow. Keeping the flowers on the grave I just stood there was five minutes.
I always did this. Thinking that, the longer I stood, the more my started healing wounds would get raw.
Turning around I started walking towards the exit. A light sobbing sound
made me stop on my heal. Following the source of sound, my gaze fell on a boy who was sitting on his knees, with his back facing me.
Contemplating I started walking in his direction. His sobbing stopped when he sensed my presence. His head tilted in my direction, and my heart, skipped a beat.
