All Chapters of My Dad's Ashes and Her Darn Dog: Chapter 11

A year later, I stood once again before my father’s tomb.Flowers from people of all backgrounds surrounded the tombstone. They framed the photo of my father, who looked strong and dignified.I did not cry. I placed a bunch of white daisies gently in the center. “Dad, I came to see you.”My hand rested on the cold tombstone. “This year, I visited many places where you once fought. I met many of your unnamed comrades. I think I understand you a little more now.”I was no longer the little girl who hid under his protection.Vanessa stood beside me and muttered, “I get it. Now I am just the unofficial support staff. My job is to feed my heroic best friend all kinds of good food so she does not forget to eat when she is busy.”She pulled a thermos from her bag. Inside were my favorite honey‑glazed ribs, still warm.Her words made me laugh. The weight I carried for a year finally found a place to rest.In the distance, a group of elementary school students wearing red scarves lined