A young woman stands at the grave of her mother and
cries. She feels lost and so lonely. Her brother comes
to her, stands for a moment by her side, then he gently
places his arm about her shoulder, turns her away, turns
her towards a beautiful garden, where he takes her to a
They both sit down, hold hands, and share the many
wonderful memories they both have been blessed with.
The sister stops crying and starts to laugh at the
remembrance of a happy time; she raises her head, her
eyes and says, "When I was crying, I was all alone. Now
that I am happy, I can feel our mother everywhere - in
the sunshine, in the flowers, on the breeze."