The man stood in front of the stone monument, looking at the photo with a false smile on the monument with empty eyes. He put the man's favorite wild chrysanthemum aside and knelt down absentmindedly.
"Now... If I leave, will you follow me?"
He didn't answer then, but now he knows the answer.
He kissed the photo lightly, with a smile on his pale face...
"Of course not, because I want to give birth to you."