(Samantha)
I was sitting in the bench, carrying a basket filled with chrysanthemums and white roses that was placed beside me as I sat. I stared at the heavens and smiled. Before my eyes went to the flowers as I delicately touched a bud. Disguising the feeling of deep pain that is still latched inside my heart.
My parents died in a car accident. When I knew about what happened to my sister Grace the night she was taken to the hospital unconscious, it scared me. I can still remember how I rushed to hire a cab, went there wearing my pajamas, and my sleepers were paired wrongly. But I didn't care about how messed up I look, I just wanted to see for myself my sister's condition.
I stared at the skies above me again. I missed them. I really missed them a lot. The moment I got to live my life without them anymore hurts so bad. It was an ache that haunt in the every moment of my waking life. It was useless to mask the pain as it was literally keeping me wide awake at night.
It was a sudden change I didn't expect to come in my life. I may have delt and cope up differently now but my mind can still remember everything that went down in my life and where it leads me.
My father's death and my mourning being done in silence. I have to deal with the pain silently. He was good. A very good example of being a family man. He had done everything he can to provide for his family. He was a good man until his death.
I smiled painfully. When he left I wasn't able to celebrate birthdays and be all happy. We share similar birth months. Both were born in the season of autumn where the leaves changes its colors and how it shakes off unnecessary parts of themselves in order to birth for another transformation.
I was born on the 5th, he was born on the 7th.
The last moment I have with him is when I visited him where he was at the bedroom, asking him he wanted a cup of coffee. I carried a fruit in my hand, and he happily told me that he would eat the same food I was eating. We talked about things and my father was always been indulging when it comes into giving me his own time instead of spending it for himself.
When they left, I wasn't the same person after they had gone. Pieces of me died and I wasn't the same as I was before. I've learned to deal with it but it did change me in so many ways, in so many ways that I couldn't imagine. It's because I force myself to make sure that I have to keep on moving forward despite the pain I have.
They were taken from too early and the change in my life happened to quickly too. But I can still recall it as if the says I have with them happened yesterday.
A tear started to fall and I gently wiped it off my eyes. There's so much pain I have been through, I couldn't afford to deal with any more heartaches anymore.
I lived my life being the apple of the eye of my parents. Everything I have ever wanted they gave it to me. They provided my the love, the care, everything that I child would ever wanted to receive from her parents.
So when they died and I was left out in the cold, neglected by the adoptive parents who promise they would take good care of me. I was derailed. My heart bled and I was faced to deal with a series of disappointments from them.
Good thing I still have my sister around. She favored me. She highly favored me. I was her favorite and she filled the emptiness I felt with how she cherished me. Grave served as the light, in those moments I was force to walk through the darkness. And I couldn't afford to lose her. I just couldn't.
I have to know the truth about the matter. Only from knowing the wholeness of it that I can be able to do what's best to try and fix it.
I took a huge exhale before closing my eyes to let my skin feel the breeze that passed by. It was sudden that it passed around. I opened my eyes and stood up from the bench and looked around. I'm alone but now I don't really feel that I am that lonely. 
I looked down at the flower and let my fingers wrapped on the holder before I moved my foot and started walking towards the left side. 
The cemetery is like the central park. With the luscious greens around and the well-trimmed bushes of plants. The rolling heels has a different vibe than most of the cemetery. It's like I am just taking a walk to stroll around and have a breath of fresh air instead of trying to go to spot where my parents were buried. 
I let my eyes wandered around. It's peaceful here. I've done a few more walks till I reach them—my parents. I smiled when I saw them. 
My eyes scanned the tombstone. I knelt down before I placed the bouquet on the side. I let my fingers run over the gold embossed of calligraphy carved in the tombstone. 
“It's been a while since I pay you two a visit. I'm glad that your spot is well-taken care of by the caretaker.” I took a seat on the grass beside them. 
Another breeze passed by and I enjoyed the freshness of the air and let it enter my lungs. I gave another glance on what's beside me. “She's okay. She will recover.” I uttered almost as if I wanted to reassure them. “She will be just fine.” 
My parents were always big on positivity. Into looking on the brighter side of life because they believed the even though there were storms, there's always the sun that will shine brightly together with the appearance of the rainbow after it. That a new dawn that will breathe liveness into one's soul will always come, despite the harshness of life's circumstances. 
I smiled at the thought of it. My attention was caught by the ringing of my phone. I suddenly zipped my bag open and rummage through my things. I stared at the screen only to see Cassidy who's giving me a call. My smile widened. 
“Hey, my dear friend. I'll be waiting here for yah. Take care and come back here safely.” Cassidy spoke on the other line. 
I smiled after hearing her words before I opened my mouth to give an answer to her call...