Clementine:
"You see this star, one big star with two small star symbols?" I asked Ian as I pointed at the large stone under which my brother rested. He had sat down on the ground with me.
"My mother used to carve it for us on every toy," I added.
Ian wrapped his arm around me, gently pulling me closer to his chest.
"I'm glad I got to meet my mother," I told him.
He cupped my face and then pulled me closer, getting on his knees in front of me and hugging me. I knelt down too. I cried a lot. I did not know why.
I guessed it was because growing up, I had not cried at all. Now I was letting everything out because I knew there was no one left to judge me.
"What do you want to do next?" Ian asked, and I gave him a sad look.
"If I could, I would just sit here for a while, but we don't have time," I replied and broke the hug.
We stared at each other, then slowly stood up from the ground.
