It was midday when a young lady found herself strolling along a pathway at the Southside of a silent cemetery all alone without being accompanied by her driver whom she had left sitting in the black limousine parked outside the gate of the city’s necropolis. Dressed in a black blouse with a black scarf covering her curled hair and with a bunch of flowery roses in one hand, she trekked past several tombstones of which many were nearly overgrown with grasses and creeping vines attached to some of the sculptures that were erected at the gravesite. Undaunted by the heat of the sun which kept descending harshly on the entire surface area of the grassy field, she took a direction to an upper ridge through the midst of two flat graves and head towards her father’s tombstone. Lucky for her, she had her sunglasses on and it shielded her eyes from the burning rays of the sunlight shining in the bare dome as she walked by herself during the hot afternoon.