Female Novel
Chapter 612
"Why are you crying, Mom?" Anne asked. Her voice was soft. I knelt down and hugged her. I was
feeling uncomfortable.
"Anne, I'll take you to see this aunt tomorrow, okay?" I hadn't been here for four years. I wondered if
she was well.
Looking at Monique in the photo, Anne nodded. She raised her hand to wipe my tears. "Okay!"
I held her in my arms as I tried to calm down. "This aunt is the most important person to me and also to
you. Can you promise me to not call her aunt, but Mom in the future?"
She was confused. "Why? Bennett said that there could only be one father and mother. If I call
someone else Mom, then what do I call you?"
"Anne, each of us are different, and you are different from Bennett. You are a girl and he is a boy. He
only has one mother, but you have two mothers. This aunt is the most important person to me. Her
name is Monique. You must remember it, okay?" I said.
I couldn't tell her that I wasn't her real mother, but I didn't want her to have no memory of Monique.
She couldn't keep any memories before she turned four. But after she turned four, she could remember
everything about Monique.
She seemed to be a little confused. But seeing how serious I was, she nodded and said, "Alright, I'll
listen to you. I will call this aunt Mama Monique from now on, okay?"
I nodded.
After settling down, Anne and I took a taxi and went to the cemetery the next day. Since I didn't come
for a long time, the cemetery seemed to have expanded again. More tombstones were inside.
How many people had lost their loved ones in those four years?
At the flower shop outside the cemetery, a middle-aged woman was selling flowers. When she saw me
with my child, she couldn't help blurting out, "Do you want some chrysanthemums?"
I smiled and shook my head. I led Anne into the flower shop. I said to the shop owner, "I want to pick
one by myself. Is that okay?"
She was startled but nodded. "Of course!"
Monique used to say that she didn't like white chrysanthemums as they seemed so pale to her. Hence,
she was flustered when she looked at chrysanthemums. They weren't as pleasing as sunflowers.
I picked a handful of sunflowers while holding Anne in my arms. Master Roberts does not know much
about flowers but he was calm and composed. So, I decided to pick a bouquet of yellow
chrysanthemums.
Grandma's favorite was the irises near the Hovell courtyard. She said the flower was tenacious and it's
beautiful without being too striking. It would grow with the wind when a few seeds fell on the ground
and it was rinsed by a heavy rain.
The tomb was expanded into a large area with long steps. Since it's early autumn, the fog was thick
and we had been walking on the steps for a long time. After all these years, if it hadn't been for the
district number, I would have forgotten the location.
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As for Josiah, I didn't know what kind of person he was. Even after four years, I still didn't understand
what kind of relationship he and Monique had.
As I glanced at the white Lisianthus placed in front of the tombstone, I got lost in thought.
The Lisianthus had two meanings. The first one meant eternal love, and the other was hopeless love.
Both meant extreme opposites.
The scale would tip over when it was pushed to a limit. No matter how great love was, it would be too
late when it overflowed. Slow and steady was the best way to maintain love.
"Mom!" Perhaps because she had been standing for too long, Anne suddenly opened her mouth and
looked at the picture on the tombstone. Feeling puzzled, Anne asked, "Is Mama Monique dead?"