Damien stood motionless next to the marble graveyard without a hint of any emotion. His eyes were fixed steadily on the name that was engraved on the headstone; it was his mother’s. He never missed a chance of visiting her every year but also never visited his father, not even once or a glimpse. He had so much hatred inside his heart which turned him into a heartless, broken child who grew up without having the warmth of a father’s love.
“I will come and visit you next time,” he whispered, placing the bouquet of white roses right next to the withered flowers he had brought last year. He moved and began to walk with a clearer state of mind. He had never not loved her, despite not having the chance to see her face, because she was the first person who was proud and accepted him on the day h
