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My father was a cemetery(公墓) keeper. When1was a child, I by my father there. we left each time, he would lay some stones on some graves(坟墓). I never asked why. I just thought this was part ofwork.
Yesterday, I visited my sick father. He asked me to go to the cemetery and lay some stones. For some reason, it had to be done that day. I agreed. I hadn't been more there for a long time. When I got there, I found a woman in front of one of the graves I would lay a stone on. As I bent to lay it, I her say quietly. "Thank you." It was then that I noticed the date of death on the grave was that same day. The grave was that of a child, only five when he died fifteen years ago. "He is my son," she said. "But, where's your father? He was always the one the stone." I told her that my father was ill he asked me to do this. It seemed important to him." "Your fathers means more to me than anything else. When my child died, I came often to see him. It is our custom to leave a stone. It tells the one who is here that he is thought of. But, then we moved away from here....so many painful I was so afraid that he would be alone. But your father marked the grave every time he came. Each time I returned here. I saw that stone and it made me feel .Your father is the kind of man would ease the pain of mother's heart though we are strangers. Just tell him you saw me today, won't you? "She said.
It took me a minute to find my voice. That small stone marked the grave of a child and the heart of his mother.
