Tears streamed down her face, her eyes locking on the overgrown tombstone. Her heart wrenched in her chest, trying to escape from it's jail of her chest. Soft murmurs escaped her lip, incomprehensible words, the wind crying out in anguished response around the gravestone. Slowly, her frail figure crouched down, hands shaking as she moved the moss and ivy from it. She traced the name with her forefinger, whimpering as she did, as thoughts flooded in. Although the memory was ancient, she remembered as if it was only the week before. No parent should ever have to bury their child.
