The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow over the city, as Andrianne drove through the winding roads towards the cemetery where her mother was buried. The wind was not too heavy, but it was enough to rustle the leaves on the trees and make the car shake a little. As she drove, she could see the tall buildings of the city in the distance, their windows reflecting the beautiful sunset.

The air was cool and crisp, and Andrianne couldn't help but feel a sense of melancholy wash over her as she thought about her mother. She could remember her mother's smile and the way she used to laugh,...