"Pie! Pie! Pie! I want pie mommy!"
"Sweety, you can't have pie until your father gets here. How about another sandwich?"
"I don't want a sandwich mommy!"
"I guess one piece wouldn't hurt." She smiled at the sweet young girl. "Where is your dad anyways?"
"Oh thank you mommy! Daddy? He's in the car. He gets that way when we come here."
"Well, your father always had a hard time with this kinds of things."
"Oh, there he is! Daddy, Daddy! Hurry!" A rough looking man approaches the child, he hasn't shaved in months, his slim figure was pale and sickly.
"Hey honey. I wish you wouldn't wonder off like that."
"Silly Daddy, I was just excited to see mommy!" The girl ran up to the ghastly figure to hug him. "What are the flowers for? Are they for me?"
"Not these ones dear. I got them specially for mommy." He smiled.
A tear ran down his face, as he stood before two matching headstones, one slightly bigger than the other.
"Next time I'll bring some for you. And well all be together again."
