A girl is sitting inside a cemetery. In front of a grave.
The girl is not crying but smiling. She just arrived there and in her hand, there are some different different colors of flowers. Because her father loves a bucket with colorful flowers always.
The girl laughed bitterly looking at her father's grave. Today is her father's death anniversary.
"It seems like l am the first one to come here," she said.
It is already past evening when she came here. Sun is also drowning and darkness started to spread.
The girl has finished her work as soon as possible so that she could come here and spend a lot of time with her father.
She thought as she came here late and so she gonna find one more flower bucket in front of her father's grave. But it was empty as always.
"How can l expect her to come here?" she said with sadness.
Then she sat down beside the grave and started to clean all the dust from the grave.
Suddenly a moment from the past started to appear in front of her.
