The cemetery was quiet, except for the crunch of Nicholas Carter’s polished shoes on the gravel path. He carried a bouquet of fresh lilies in one hand, his other trembling slightly as it gripped the cold air. It had been three weeks since Emily died — three weeks since her laughter disappeared from his life. Since her warmth left their home cold and empty, he came here every morning. Now, it was the only place he felt close to her.
But today, something was different.
As Nicholas approached Emily’s grave, he stopped.
A little girl, no older than five, was kneeling in front of the headstone. She wore a pink, polka-dotted dress, its hem stained with mud. Her tiny hands clutched a worn-out teddy bear. Her hair was messy, her shoes scuffed, and her cheeks were streaked with fresh tears. Nicholas froze. The girl placed a small dandelion on the grave. “I’m sorry, Miss Emily,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I tried to….Read Full Story Here.………………
