It has been ten years since I died.
After a decade, I have finally seen the first person to come and pay their respects at my grave.
It is a man, limping as he walks toward me.
It is my father.
It has been ten years since I died.
After a decade, I have finally seen the first person to come and pay their respects at my grave.
It is a man, limping as he walks toward me.
It is my father.
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