She walked along the forest path, leaving the laughter of the other children behind her. She clutched her doll for comfort. She’d never come by herself. She’d always had Mum and Dad with her. But this year, she wanted to come alone.
She hesitated at the gate to the cemetary, then made herself enter. Rows and rows of Tooks lay here...and one stranger.
She stared at the small stone for a moment, then sang the song Gran had taught her, hoping the wind would carry away the words of love to the woman who had died to birth her.