It was the day of my sister's wedding when all of this began. My mother kept worrying because there was no bouquet. I have no idea why she was so bothered, weddings don't actually need bouquets, but she was probably worried about everything because it was such a big day for her daughter. Without a second thought, my father scooped up the flowers of the grave and gave them to my sister. She smiled, taking the flowers. He turned his head to my mother, "Is everything alright, now?" Mother said nothing, still looking very nervous and uneasy.