11 Never leave me... (1/2)

The interior of the carriage was simply mind-blowing!

Sitting opposite to her father, Margaret gazed at the entire carriage. She noticed very minute carvings on the interior walls of the carriage. Looking outside, she saw the trees sprinting under the cloudy sky. The sun rays peeped through the clouds. The scene looked serene. It looked like a living painting framed with the golden walls of the carriage.

Wanting to feel the breeze outside, she pushed the handle of the glass window. With one swipe, the breeze blew all over her face. Her hair pushed backwards, her eyelashes fluttered with the stroke of the breeze. Goosebumps ran all across her body.

Seeing her, Corbette's lips curled up into a mild smile.

After one hour, they reached their destination.

Stepping out of the carriage, Margaret saw the dry leaves swirling along with the pattern of wind. The big cherry blossom trees set free the flowers. It symbolized the fragility and the beauty of life. It reminded her that life is almost overwhelmingly beautiful but is also tragically short.

She stood there for a while, her eyes appreciating the beauty of the tree. A mild breeze accompanied by the freed flowers landed on her head. The beauty looked angelic.

Opening her eyes, she took a step forward. Corbette looked at her as he stood near the carriage, not wanting to disturb her.

She took more steps forward and turned to her left to see a a name engraved on a rock.

'Emilia Whitmore'

She went near it, bent down on her knees and started cleaning the the small patch of the large cemetery with her delicate hands. On removing the dried leaves, she placed a bouquet of white lilies. The place smelled like funeral home.

”Good morning Momma..”, she smiled as she touched the letters of her mother's name. Tears raced down her white delicate cheeks. She pursed her lips as she smiled, not wanting to cry. Tears slid through her pursed cherry lips. Her lips drank her tears. Taking a deep breath, she wiped the tears and smiled.

Sliding her fingers over the name, something struck her mind. Looking around her, she saw the other rocks. She realized her mother's tombstone had no birth-year and death-year engraved on it.