Park Jisung sobbed, his hands shaking as the coffin was lowered into the grave. His father, with tears rolling down his cheeks, pulled him back, engulfing the young boy in his arms.

    They all watched the grave get filled once more with earth and soil as the rain poured down around them. 

     His mother had suddenly taken ill, and after six weeks, she passed away. 

  Joon-ki held his son tightly in his arms, running his hand through the boy's hair. The boy was only six years old.

    Jisung felt a hand slip into his, and turning his head, found his 4-year-old cousin, a teddy bear, clutched tightly in her arms, her loose hair flying into her face. 

   They stood for a while, just staring, before a bodyguard came up, bowing respectfully.

 "Sirs, madams, I'm afraid we must get going, the ship will be leaving soon," he said. 

    "Come on, Jisung, let's go now," Joon-ki whispered into his son's ear before leading him away, his brother-in-law and his family following.

    Jisung looked back one last time at the cemetery, at the fresh new grave there where his mother now lays, before he turned his back and walked away, not knowing that it would be the last time he would be there for a very long time. 

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