One morning, a young girl went to the cemetery. She placed her backpack in front of her mother's grave, sat quietly on the colc ground, and with tears filling her eyes whispered: "Mom... it's late. It's time to wake up Today my teacher wants to speak with vou She says I never do my homework, that my clothes are always dirty, and that no one takes care of me. But that isn't true... Tell her it isnt Tell her who vou were Tell her how much vou loved meLife without you, Mom... is like a day without the sun. And I've been cold inside for a very Iong time."