Tomb Ghost was just about to squint and take a closer look when the girl held her open palm out in front of him.
In her palm... was a tiny flower basket.
Tomb Ghost froze.
It was the first time he had ever seen such a tiny flower basket.
It was filled with little white, blue, and pink flowers, speckled like stars.
These were...
"Baby's Breath."
The girl's eyes sparkled as she looked at the flowers in the little basket. "Mom loved Baby's Breath most of all."
"These flowers were still drying when Mom was alive. She was planning to make them into dried flowers."
"But..."
Mom was gone.
When the girl saw the flowers drying by the window, she finished the job for her mother.
"Mom, look. I finished them for you."
The girl turned the flower basket toward the gravestone. "I made this little basket, too."
"Am I good at this?"
"I remember everything Mom taught me."
The woman in the photograph on the gravestone smiled gently, but she couldn't give the girl any of the responses she wanted.
The girl pressed her lips together.
She turned to Tomb Ghost. "A-Piao, this is the little flower basket I made."
"Does it look nice?"
Her tone carried a hint of hope for praise.
Tomb Ghost nodded.
It did look nice.
The basket was small, but it was almost as good as the big flower baskets he had seen. Its tiny size made it look even more delicate.
"Hehe, right?"
The girl smiled until her eyes narrowed.
"A-Piao, do you think Mom will like this little basket I made?"
"And these dried Baby's Breath flowers. It's my first time making them. Do you think they turned out well?"
"Of course, mine can't compare to Mom's..."
Tomb Ghost nodded again.