(PR) Mother, I Never Had (Epilogue)

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So i cried while writing this. Keep your tissues ready.

Rain's pov:

I sighed softly as i stepped out of the flower shop.

There was a soft breeze in the air which kept the temperature cool. There were a few clouds in the sky but not enough for it to start to rain.

The perfect weather.

Not too hot, not too cold.

I went to the car that was parked not too far from the shop and got into the passenger's seat.

P'Phayu was sitting in the driver's seat, watching me silently.

I managed a small smile.

He reached out and took my hand, giving it a light squeeze before letting go and starting to drive.

Today is the 13th year anniversary of Sun's death.

It's been 13 whole years since i watched him die in that apartment. Since i hugged his dead body tightly, praying with all my might for him to breathe again. Only to have my prayers unanswered.

I looked at the bouquet in my hands.

I looked at the bouquet in my hands

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Forget-me-not flowers.

They signify remembrance.

I bring them to him every year because i want him to know that I'll never forget him. No matter how many years pass.

I'll always remember every little moment i got with him. Every smile, every little giggle, every cry, even the few times he called me p'.

The person who gave birth to us may not remember anything, but I will never forget any of them.

I caressed the flowers gently and looked out the window.
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I walked down the familiar path in the cemetery, through the other graves.

P'Phayu was following close behind silently.
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I stopped infront of his gravestone, squatting down.

I plucked out the few small weeds that had grown since i last came here and brushed off the dirt on it before putting the flower down on it.

Sun.
The best brother there was.
Always loved. Always remembered.
3rd March 2007 - 10th June 2008

Not so much as a last name or even a real registered name. That woman never bothered even registering his birth properly.

I tried doing it after he died but they said it was too late for that.

So only the name i gave him is on his gravestone.

I couldn't give him a surname or anything since even i didn't have one. I don't have one now either.

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