Leilani.
I got a bouquet of roses again. But this time, it did not just come with a note, it came with a washed up photograph as well.
A photograph which showed a man whose face I've never seen before standing beside mom and dad. In the photo, dad and mom smiled brightly at the camera, and while mom's head was tipped back, frozen in a laughter that must span decades now, the man had a stoic expression on his face.
He wasn't mad.
He didn't look happy either.
In fact, he looked like the last place he wanted to be was there.
A sense of familiarity shot through me at the sight of this man and his light coloured hair, but because the picture was in black and white, I couldn't fully make out the exact shade of his hair nor all his features. So I sighed and dropped it.
The note read; 'One day, it'll all make sense.'
