"Where's daddy's parents?" asked Celin, her head turning left and right, looking for the two figures they were about to meet, namely her father's parents.

Cliff kept his promise, bringing his little family to meet his parents. Of course not meeting them in the truest sense, but bringing them to their parents' graves.

Cliff squatted in front of his parents' graves which were right next door. "Grandpa and grandma are in here," said Cliff, pointing to two mounds of dirt. "Here is grandma." He pointed at his mother's grave. "And here is Grandpa." Cliff's finger was directed at Rowan's grave this time.

"They're sleeping in here."

Clara and Celin widened...