VanessaI am a fury, I come from Hell and Heaven alike, fear me.
Even after 30 years I knew Simone had a visitor.
He was too naive to realize that a small girl came to the grave every few days.
She was small, her body was so small and frail. She always came with a man, not much older than I was -appearance wise.
"Here she comes." The girl came out, her brother (perhaps a brother was the relationship?) was carrying her, her eyes were a little wider and damp with tears.
"So frail and weak." I couldn't help myself by trying to get a closer look.
It seemed like her sorrow brought me out of hell.
Air whipped around my face.
I went to herl then. All I wanted was to comfort her.
Loss is nothing else but change, and change is Nature's delight.