"Mom, Dad. I'm home." Yvette stood in front of two adjacent graves, her head hung low, not directly looking toward the gravestones. "I know, I am late, six whole years late. And if I say sorry for that, will you forgive me?"
Yvette slightly turned at the man right beside her, who had his hand holding onto hers since the moment they stepped out of the car. "Mom, Dad, you know, a lot changed in these past six years. But the biggest change among them was, I got married." Yvette raised her other free hand, pointing at Irvyn's direction. "Remember mom? I used to tell you how much I liked designing? Guess what? He is the country's leading fashion line's CEO. He is the one who creates opportunities for aspirants like me. Isn't that so awesome?"
"I never thought you have such high remarks about me."
