It was the first anniversary of my wife’s death, marking a year since I became a single father of triplets. To be honest, it was very difficult, but over time, I accepted this.
That day, we decided to go to her grave to remember the times we had together and just cry a little bit. But a strange guest was already waiting for us there. I tried my hardest to recall, but I couldn’t recognize this burly man. Who was he, and what was he doing at my wife’s grave?
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