I felt as if a heavy burden had been completely lifted from my shoulders. I opened my eyes and smiled sweetly at the headstone. I stood up and lightly brushed the dust off my clothes. The sun was beginning to set on the western horizon. But for me, it was not the end of the day. It was the new dawn of my life. I turned and walked away from the cemetery with firm, confident steps. At the cemetery gate, my car was waiting. I got in, ready to face a bright future. A future where I was not an extra in someone else’s drama, but the protagonist of my own story.
The story of tears over a party was over, closed with the golden ink of victory and justice.
