That night, overwhelmed with grief, I had no choice but to go to her room to look for any mementos.

I found a drawing hidden beside her bed.

I recognized the drawing paper; it was something she carefully drew with crayons during Christmas.

At that time, when I asked her what she was drawing, she protectively covered the picture and said, "It's a secret!"

But now, looking at it again, I finally understood what made her smile so happily.

The picture showed William and me holding her hands, walking down a sunlit street.

But in reality, William and I have never walked together like that…

She never said anything, but...