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“Il future”.
It was Sunday. Two days after mine and Mikey’s grandma was buried. Me and Mikey decided to go out and visit her grave, since we missed the actual burial. We picked up my Grandpa and he came with us.
We walked out to the graveyard and found the grave; the soil was still fresh. We stood staring for a few minutes; before our grandpa got a rose out from his pocket, kissed it and laid it down on the grave.
“So long and goodnight, my amore.” Were the words I spoke. He stood for a few more minutes and set off down the path, waiting for us at the gates.
“I guess she really is our lady of sorrows…” Mikey said to me. I smiled. “Like the painting in her hotel…”
