Simply put, someone was arriving before me.

One sunny morning, I decided to come earlier than usual to uncover this mystery.

That day, I arrived and saw carefully placed glass vases on the grave. My heart tightened, but curiosity was tormenting me.

The cemetery caretaker was an elderly man with a kind smile, tidying up the leaves. I approached him and asked:

— Excuse me, do you know who brings these flowers every week?