''When we lose someone we love, we must learn not to live without them, but to live with the love they left behind ''
My papa always said to me that to appreciate the time we have with our loved ones before it's too late. But papa you lied to me... why did you always get annoyed by me?....am I not your loved one?.
A man with slightly grey hair who was maybe middle aged man stood infront of a grave with blank eyes, a hand holding a bouquet of white roses and the other holding an opened champagne bottle.
''Seventeen years....it's been seventeen years since you left me in this cruel world '' he said placing the bouquet near the grave that was encraved with calligraphy beautifully.
'' Mila Hamilton
1980 - 2004
Here lies a loving daughter, wife and a Mother ''
''Another year passed by...'' he sighs chugging the alcohol in his hand ''Eve grew upto be a beautiful girl just like you.... wanted...I didn't go home yesterday I was drunk but I was sober I swear'' he says catching the skin under his chin.
He chuckles forcefully as the tears roll down his cheeks that he had been trying to hold so bad. finally.
''It hurts ...it hurts so bad '' he said with a forced chuckle hitting his aching chest
'' I failed you Mila ...I failed as a parent '' he whispered the last part not wanting to upset his late wife.
Victor lost it when Mila died, he could not pull himself back, he locked himself for days inside his room which was theirs. He became vulnerable and devastated, He would hug his wife's clothes that were filled with her calming sent seeking for her presence, it was so hard for him. His family were broken to see their wailing continuously for their woman of the house. It broke them into shares to see baby crying nonstop for her mother's warmth. The Hamilton household was lifeless without Mila and it broke them.
They saw their elder son, brother becoming an addict to alcohol and cigarettes, he immersed himself into his work, he became stoic, cold and distant, it completely showed how much he was affected by his late wife but what about the bundle of hope, she left him. What about the child who doesn't deserve this?.
As Victor devoted his time to his work so did Eve start growing without him by her side, he was not there when she said her first word, when she took her first step, on her first writing, when started learning to speak. He was not there. He was not there for his daughter.
''I better get going on ...Mila I will see you again'' he said leaving.
He didn't notice the cold wind flowing as the leaves fall down onto the grave.
Someone was staring at him retrieving with sad smile, as her legs dangle sitting on the grave stone.
''What a play ...dear lord '' she whispered disappearing with wind.
Age : 40.