Why it was Winston’s grave?

◕◕◕ Aly ◕◕◕

After about 30 min, the driver uncle pulled the car over to one side of the graveyard.

He warned me to return within fifteen minutes. Not a single second more than this. I nodded my head to assure him that I would be back within fifteen minutes sharp and got out of the car.

There was darkness everywhere, but the big bright moon was spreading its dazzling light evenly all around, and was rephrasing failed attempt to dispel the dense black darkness that prevailed here. The moonlight turned his dead, silent, and dark graveyard into a scary one.

I crossed my arm together and rubbed my chilly skin intending to encourage myself.

On the way, I had taken a bunch of chrysanthemum for my parents…

After passing a few graves I found my parents gravestones, It was too dirty to recognize at one glance.