Eleven years later, I watch the live feed of the memorial and see a mother with her arms around a boy Peter’s age. He lays a rose upon a nameplate as he tightly grasps a photo of the father he probably never met.
It's 11 years later, and love trickles down.
Eleven years later, I watch the live feed of the memorial and see a mother with her arms around a boy Peter’s age. He lays a rose upon a nameplate as he tightly grasps a photo of the father he probably never met.