Daddy's little good bad boy
The area is vast, with grass that goes up to my thighs and swayed with the breeze that signified the last of the summer. Christopher’s mom must have loved flowers, different types of flowers swayed around her final resting place.
“Hey mom.” Christopher greets with a shivering breath, he had been swallowing the entire drive here, I guess he let it all out now that we are sitted here with her.
I stare at the well kept site, all around has been trimmed to perfection, someone is dedicated to keeping her comfortable.