Post by Steff & Craig on Apr 5, 2006 19:18:08 GMT -5
Steff had come to visit her family's graves, she was now sitting against her mother's gravestone. Steff was slowly pulling the petals off of a red rose and dropping them on the ground. She was wondering, as she often did, why she was the one left when her brother or sister could have been so much better at life...
