Alex led me through the quiet cemetery, the moon casting a soft glow on the gravestones that stood as silent sentinels. There was a tangible weight to the air, as if the memories and emotions of the departed mingled with the present. We walked hand in hand, our steps slow and reverent.
Finally, we reached a humble grave adorned with fresh flowers and flickering candles. It was a serene resting place, a tribute to the woman who had brought Alex into this world. Under the moonlight, I could see the sorrow etched on his face, his eyes filled with a mix of longing and reverence.
"This is where my mom rests," he whispered, his voice carrying a hint of both sadness and tranquility. "Though I never had the chance to meet her, coming here brings me a sense of peace. And now, with you and our baby, I want to introduce you to her."
