When I arrived, Kamila was sitting in the funeral home, holding Paige on her lap.

In Paige’s arms was a small urn.

It was obvious. I knew in an instant what it was.

I didn’t even get to see Gwen one last time.

Paige cried, saying she wanted her mommy and refused to let me hold her.

In the end, Kamila had to comfort her, telling her that mommy had gone to a faraway place.

Paige stopped crying and clutched the small urn tightly.

Kamila took Paige to the grasslands and scattered the ashes into the wind.

I followed behind them.

I can’t remember how I felt at that time....