When Penelope arrived at the mausoleum where her father's remains were buried, she wasn't surprised to see it clean and with several bouquets of flowers next to his grave. Her mother and Clara visited him occasionally, never forgetting to pay respect, especially during special occasions. As for Penelope, this was the first time she visited her father's grave with her husband.
The sun was beginning to set, casting a golden glow over the cemetery tombstones. Penelope knelt by her father's grave, her husband standing silently behind her. She brushed her fingers over the cool stone, tracing the letters of his name carved into the marble.
"Dad, I'm here now. I'm sorry if it took a while for me to visit you. Life has been busy, but I want you to know that I think of you every day," Penelope whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.
