043 | her visit (3)

It was time for them to visit the headstone of Bianca Foster at the Green Memorial. All of them rode the automobile that Cooper owned and then Bryan was the one who took control of it.

Natasha couldn't take a nap because her excitement prevailed. She wanted to see the headstone as soon as possible.

Diana wasn't surprised that Natasha didn't take a nap since she knew that her daughter was like this whenever it was time for them to visit the headstone of Bianca. She touched the head of Natasha and then laid it down on her left shoulder.

"I'm sure Bianca missed a lot of stories, so you better tell her what she missed in your stories, hm?" Diana reminded.

She nodded. "Of course, Mum."

If only she could stay for a day, but that wouldn't be possible since she still had school to attend. It was unfortunate, but she had the next time to visit again.

It didn't take them long until all of them arrived at Green Memorial. Bryan parked the automobile and then all of them stepped out of it. Bryan opened the trunk of the automobile to get the bouquet of daisies.

"Can I hold that bouquet, Pops?" Natasha asked.

"Sure," Bryan answered and then gave the bouquet of daisies to Natasha. "Hold them well, Dear."

Natasha smiled. "I will do that without you telling me, Pops."

Bryan chuckled. "Just to be safe, Dear."

Natasha looked at the bouquet of daisies. She recalled how Bianca adored daisies whenever Bianca saw one in the garden, in books, or some kind of illustrations. She didn't even realize that she smiled when she recalled those distant memories.

Diana smiled when she looked at the Hershey's Milk Chocolate Bar that she was holding. She recalled in her childhood memories that she used to eat this chocolate bar with Bianca in secret whenever Emily forbade them to eat such. Until Bianca grew up as a fine woman, Hershey's Milk Chocolate Bar remained her favorite snack to eat.

Once all of them reached the headstone of Bianca, Natasha placed the bouquet of daisies, and then Diana placed the Hershey's Milk Chocolate Bar. All of them held their hands to form a circle, closed their eyes, bowed their heads, and then told their prayers led by Maurice.

Maurice placed his right hand on the right shoulder of Emily and then both of them stepped forward to look at the headstone of Bianca. Pleasant memories would gush over once both of them saw or heard Bianca, but it was less painful than before since both of them accepted Bianca departed from this world.

Emily knew that what she would tell Bianca was repetitive, but she wouldn't get tired to tell it anyway. "You did well, Bianca."

"Darling's correct, Bianca," Maurice agreed. "I don't know if you can hear me or Darling, but I believe you heard us tell this for million times like we're a broken record."

Emily chuckled. "I know you also heard about this before, but Natasha grew up so well."

"I think you're watching Natasha well up there, Bianca," Maurice looked at the clear skies.

"Happy Birthday, our dear Bianca," Emily said.

Maurice looked back at the headstone of Bianca. "Happy Birthday, Bianca. You know that Emily and I love you."

It was the turn of Bryan and Diana, so both of them stepped forward to the headstone of Bianca the moment Maurice and Emily stepped back. Bryan used his left hand to hold the right hand of Diana.

Bryan smiled. "Happy Birthday, Sister. I know you're watching us, so you can see that I've been a great husband to Diana and father to Natasha."

Diana chuckled. "That's right, Bianca. I've also been a great wife to Bryan and mother to Natasha."

Bryan noticed that Diana was holding back her tears, so he held her right hand tight to give her solace, but he also made sure that she wouldn't find it uncomfortable.

"Happy Birthday, Bianca. I hope you'll continue to watch us and as always, I love you," Diana said.

Natasha saw that Bryan and Diana stepped down, so she stepped forward to the headstone of Bianca.

"Hello, Mother," she greeted. "I'd like to believe that you're watching me, so you've seen the sophisticated me unlike before who's nothing, but an entitled brat."

She looked at the clear skies. "Mum told me that I should tell stories that you missed because I don't see you often, Mother. Where do you think should I with?"

She knew that Bianca wouldn't respond, so she was the one who decided what story she should tell. She talked about how her school life happened at Smith High School.

Diana smiled when she saw that Natasha was talking to Bianca. "Each day, Natasha is becoming more and more like you, Bianca."