BRIANNA'S POV
Every year, this day arrives with a heavy heart, a day that I always wish would never come. It marks the anniversary of my father’s death, a profound loss that has cast a long shadow over my life and my mother's as well.
Five years have passed since that fateful day, but the pain remains fresh, a reminder of the void that can never be filled. My father wasn't a man of wealth, yet his love for us was boundless, an enduring presence that lingers even in his absence.
His love, though intangible, was a treasure more precious than any material possession, and its memory still warms my heart amid the sorrow.
In the aftermath of his death, my mother was engulfed in a sea of misery, and who could blame her? My father was the love of her life, a partner she had never envisioned li
