The Unmarked Grave
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Three years ago, I packed my bags, divorced, severed all ties with that family, and fled the country. This year, on this solemn day of remembrance, I quietly returned home.
The cemetery was stiflingly silent. I walked to an inconspicuous little headstone and laid a small bouquet of white daisies on the grass.
This was my child's grave. Today marked three years since he left, and I had flown across oceans specifically to see him.
As I turned to leave, I unexpectedly ran into three people.
