Later in the day, she went to the cemetery.Hazel carried a bouquet of pink carnations and a bunch of small lilly, and walked up the mountain step by step.It was already past five o'clock, the temperature had dropped a lot, and the wind was also strong, making her long hair flutter in a mess.Standing in front of his mother's tombstone, Hazel bent down to put down the bouquet. She walked back and stared at the picture of her mother. After a while, she sat down and rested her head on the tombstone, like when her mother was still alive, trying to seek comfort from her mother."Mom, I miss you so much."Hazel's voice was shallow, and there was nostalgia and dependence in his eyes. At this time, there was no one else in the cementry except her, but she didn't feel afraid."In the past two days, something happened again, and I feel a little tired. If you were still here, we could still talk together."If her mother was still there, she might have left the nursing home by now, and she, her
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