Dallas Memorial Cemetery – Saturday MorningThe morning was quiet and gray, the sky heavy with clouds that threatened rain but had not yet delivered.Clara walked through the iron gates of the cemetery alone, a bouquet of white peonies in her hands. The grass was wet with dew, and the smell of freshly cut flowers filled the air. She had been here many times over the years first as a young girl, then as a woman, then as a mother. But today was different. Today, she was not coming to grieve. She was coming to say thank you.The headstone was exactly as she remembered it, a simple granite marker with her parents' names engraved in gold.Sarah Hayes. Thomas Hayes. Beloved parents. Together in life, together in eternity.Clara knelt in the grass and laid the peonies at the base of the stone. She stayed there for a long moment, her hands resting on her lap, her eyes fixed on the names."Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad." Her voice was soft, steady. "It's been a while since I've been here. I'm sorry for tha
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