Loving... Even In The Grave
I visited Alina's grave at her father's house. I went into the house and found a large portrait hanging on the wall. Alina was tall, fair, and slender, above all, she was very beautiful with dimples. While I stared at the picture, admiring her smile, her father emerged from the bedroom with a walking stick in his hands. "She wanted to be a model. She worked on her weight and shape every single day. But I never supported her. I wanted her to be a doctor. A medical doctor just like me." I turned t
