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Driving through the wrought iron gate, straight to the paved driveway, and halting the car, right at the parking lot; Steve came down from the landrover he had driven, while Madison who sat beside him doing nothing but stare through the window, delayed in the car as she wanted to carefully take out the bunch of red carnations she had brought along.
The smell of freshly cut grass and newly turned earth hit her nose, the moment she exited the car. She could hear their rustles and sight the maintenance crew, quietly pruning.
Locking the car, Steve held his bunch of pink and white Hydrangea flowers as he walked onto his late mother's grave. Meanwhile, Madison quickened her steps, trying to meet up with his fast pace.
She sighed. She thought she was tall. But the height of Steve was some
