The fuming lightning strike, illuminating the dry leaves of the trees inside the forest that is sheltered by their darkness. And the raging thunderstorm in the sky brought out loudly, it was followed by enormous heavy pouring rain.
On Geselle two hundred death year anniversary, my parents come by with me to visit her grave. My mother kept on murmuring her apology and regrets about Geselle sudden and unjust death. Even my father joined her.
“I am sorry Geselle, forgive me,” she asks and kneeled and sobbed in front of her tomb, “Forgive us...”
My resentment lessened slightly as I glanced at the two of them kneel in front of my woman's grave. I know they will not be able to bring her life back, but for now, for me, this is acceptable that they acknowledge their crime.
“Forgive us Geselle,
