Literature
Thank you Hizashi
"Mother, where are we going?" the child asked.
"To visit your father," the woman answered.
She tightened her grip on her son's hand. The boy looked up at his mother; she had her brown hair tied up in a bun and was dressed in black. He was dressed in black as well, carrying a bundle of white flowers.
As they approached the cemetery gates, he saw tears swell in him mother's eyes. She was a strong woman, one that rarely let her emotions show. But a year ago, her husband, his father, died. He didn't know how or why, but it seemed to have shattered his mother's strength.
She fought the tears back and walked toward a grave stone. She smiled s