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Dropping the bouquet of white Lily in my hand unto Mother's grave, I saw the same thing already on Dad's own so I dropped mine off as well.

Dad always said he didn't have a favorite flower but he liked Mum's Favorite which was White Lily.

I stretched my hand and cleaned the dust off the surface of their headstone to reveal the epitaph and their names.

HERE LIES MIRANDA SHEFFIELD SMITH, a beloved wife, mother, and daughter.

HERE LIES VICTOR SMITH, a loving father, husband, and son.

Mutual love, the crown of bliss. I had told them to carve the same epitaph on their headstone.

I smiled at Mum's picture before turning to Dad's as well.

"Hey, Mum." I greeted.

"Hey, Dad."

I was kneeling with Matilda holding my forearm beside me. Chris and Alex were standing behind us.

"Hi... Your unfilial daughter is here. I know I've been a bad daughter and I'm sorry. I should have brought Matilda here the day she woke up, right? As I said earlier, I know I'm unfilial and I'm sorry."

I paused a