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I sighed and stared at the cemetery entrance in front of me. “You might need someone to walk you in. I know it’s late so perhaps you’re scared,” Grayham said. “You have to be kidding,” I replied and started marching toward the gate. “This is my neighborhood and this place is barely locked. Also, the lights here are never turned off and I don’t believe in ghosts,” “I see!” We traced our way into the cemetery and walked down to the end of the road. We located my father’s tomb and then stopped right in front of it,”

CLYDE POV: As I made my way through the wrought iron gates of the cemetery, a somber hush settled over me. The air was heavy with a mix of sorrow and reverence, as if the atmosphere itself mourned alongside those who came to pay their respects. Each step I took felt like a solemn pilgrimage, leading me closer to the final resting place of my parents.

He squatted down on the ground and held my hand while saying, "How many years are you going to ignore them like this? Why are you making them wait for you?" After seeing him being worried about me, I couldn't stay still and got out of the car. I walked into the cemetery along with Mr Hamilton. I had never gone there before but Mr Hamilton seemed happy that I finally came and looked around. He said it would help me see my dead parents. Mr Hamilton told me to sit down on one of the graves. He stood behind me and put his hands on my shoulder, gently rubbing it to ease the pain. I stood up and said, "I don't think I can do this. let's get out of here."

,said Sam "Yes because it's concealed",said Smith,"You lived in New Jersey? I didn't know that" "Well as you say, there's a lot about me that you don't know",said Sam smiling, sadly. "What about your parents?",asked Smith looking at Sam "They are .....they are no more....",said Sam looking at his hands ,which, despite the cold ,was a little sweaty. "I am so sorry kid.....",said Smith, and held Sam's hands," Who took care of you then?"

“Happy birthday, Myra.” My mother cried. “I remembered it this time… These are your favorite flowers.” My father squatted before the grave and wiped my photo using his handkerchief. He was so gentle, as if he were afraid to wake me up. “Myra, I was wrong…” he whispered with a sob. “I shouldn’t have said that you were dilly-dallying… I shouldn’t have continued my journey… Please forgive me…” Mandy placed another small bouquet of white flowers, and Matthew placed his favorite toy car. The grass at the cemetery was rustled by the wind, and the sound it made sounded like a response or a sigh.

Not breaking his focus on the road, he answers "Don't question me Lauren, just seat down and watch " "But you can just tell..... " I tried to say. "Lauren "he growls cutting me off. "Shut up!!! He yelled. I sigh and shut my mouth. We soon reach a place that look like a cemetery, Hunter packed his car and we got out. "What are we doing here " I ask. "We are here to see my parents "he says. Ohh " "And...your dad too "he added. "What? You mean you brought to my father's grave. Why didn't you tell me " I shout.

I said leaning my head on the seat. “I thought you’d ask me to drive to the cemetery. You usually visit Senior Mr. Pierce’s grave in such moods.” He said and he was right. I always go to my father for guidance. “I don’t want to stress my Dad in his eternal sleep. I think I have to deal with this shit myself.” I answered him. “Alright, Sir, I am taking you to the park near the river bank.” He said.

"I am sorry about what my mama did." Grayson's eyes widened slightly. "How did you know about that?" "I overheard you on a call that night. When you came home late. You were talking to someone about the fire. About arrests." The car stopped in front of a cemetery. A private one. The gates were wrought iron with elaborate scrollwork. The inscription across the top read: THE CROSS HOME. It was the Cross family cemetery. Where generations of Grayson's ancestors were buried. Where his parents were buried.

May shrugged and went into her room. . Sango cemetery "Spark!!! Spark!!" Spark's mom called to the digged grave with an opened empty white coffin. "Where is my son's body?" she yelled at the two people standing in front of her who are in charge of the Cemetery. "We don't know ma. We are also surprised like you" one of them replied. Spark's mom slapped the person that replied her, and the guy fell down. "Calm down dear" Spark's dad said trying to calm her down.