It happened one day. I had asked Tabi to go to my grave and put some flowers there. She picked out the most vabrent colors, white daisys, in a red bouquet with a yellow ribbon. I agreed to it anyways. When I got to the graveyard I had stopped suddenly not to far from my grave. Tabi asked me what the matter was. I pointed towards my grave, where a young man stood, it sounded like he was crying. I asked Tabi to approach him and so she did. I found out when he turned around, tears staining his cheeks. It was John, my friend, the one I had argued with the day I died. He had laid a boquet of purple flowers in a black boquet with a red ribbon. I smiled, he knew I liked it, he had gotten me a similar bouquet. Tabi didn't say much, I told her to say that she was going to put the flowers on her mother's grave which was close to mine. John nodded, wiped his tears and left. After that Tabi laid the flowers she had bought right next to John's. I nearly cried, John had visited my grave, I never thought he cared that much to get me flowers either, or cry for me.
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