~Eliana~

Adjusting the dark sunglasses I was putting on, I made my way to the cemetery, wearing a black knee-length dress, which was straight and had a little slit at the back, with long-sleeves. The dress hugged my body tightly, and my black strappy heels made their usual clink-clink sounds, as I walked to the grave I was visiting with pink orchid flowers in my hands, which was a symbol for “I will always love you”; a meaning which was universal for all who knew about pink orchids.

Over the last three months, I had learnt to maintain the smile I had on, and not wallow in self-pity, grief and...