November 1,
I'm in the cemetery with my little sis.
We're not talking to each other.
After a long moment of silence, she cried.
I was about to ask her what's wrong but I saw my name on the grave.
November 1,
I'm in the cemetery with my little sis.
We're not talking to each other.
After a long moment of silence, she cried.
I was about to ask her what's wrong but I saw my name on the grave.