Zoey’s point of view :-
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It is now daytime. The sun is shining up on our heads with its full glory, which is making me almost unable to see clearly. All I could make out is that I am standing in a garden and a man (who I think is my husband) is doing something on the ground. He was facing opposite of me, and kneeling on the ground for which I couldn’t see his face. I am standing silent and watching him dig a hole in the dirt, but couldn’t understand why.
“What are you doing there?” I asked him when I couldn’t make out anything.
“I’m planting a Jasmine tree in the memory of our lost child.”
“But why Jasmine?”
“I didn’t tell you before, but since I heard the news, I had thought that I would name my daughter Jasmine. It would have suited her way too well. But unfort
