The next day, Emily carried her mother's ashes to the woods, where an old oak tree grew, and the village elders said that the old oak tree lived for at least a hundred years, and that it was alive and well, and was regarded as a sacred symbol by the people of the village.
Emily decided to scatter her mother's ashes under that ancient oak tree, where she hoped her mother's soul would rest in peace.
Instead of letting anyone else accompany her, she went into the woods alone. The leaves under your feet make a slight rustling sound, as if telling the story of the years. The breeze blows gently, carrying the smell of earth and the fragrance of vegetation.
