‘I will come back as fast as I can’ her brother said to her as he disappeared among the trees, the strong summer sun rays burning her delighted face. One month later, it was autumn’s start. She stood below the large oak tree, knowing that “wait” was painful… The wind blew on her tearful face…blowing her hair behind her face. The smell of oak did not veil the strong smell of the graveyard. She walked forward when she knew that there was no point in waiting for him. Her hands trembled slowly as she placed the bouquet…on the one week old grave of her brother…

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