Jessica
The accidental timing of my sudden visit in Kourtney’s grave and her death anniversary shook me up to the core. It felt as if everything were planned to happen in a certain sequence, and the more that I thought about it, the more that I can feel everything falling into their rightful places.
Now that we’re on our way to the garden, I am sitting beside Alex who is driving all of us to the Peach Garden. As we indulged ourselves in silence with only the soft music from the stereo as the sole source of noise, I can feel the subtle tension at the atmosphere.
Looking at the outside view, everything passed by like a blur as we continue our journey. “Aren’t we a little too quiet?” when mom asked that, I looked at her through the mirror and saw her looking back with a small smile plaster
