MINAH gazed at the flower vase she had placed inside Asher's room. It sat specifically on his bedside table. She had chosen white roses for it, and below the vase was a photograph of her parents. White roses were her mother's favorite, which was why she picked them.
She sat on the edge of the bed and picked up the photo of her parents. Her fingers gently traced the image.
“How are you doing now, Mom, Dad?” she softly asked, wishing they could somehow hear her.
But she knew they couldn’t.
There wasn’t a day that passed when they weren’t in her heart and mind.
Tomorrow, she was planning to visit their graves and bring the flowers she had arranged in a basket earlier. They were currently placed in the spacious living room downstairs.
“So, you're visiting the cemetery again tomorro
