"What?" I stood a bit far away, actually heard it, but pretended not to.
Jason Miller turned around to look at me, his eyes sharp and angry, "Lily Miller, enough is enough!"
"Big Brother, let's go!" I called the driver again.
"Agree, we agree! Lily Miller, I will kneel down and apologize with your dad, will that work?" Shirley Turner shouted loudly, with no trace of arrogance.
I sighed, turned around: "If you had thought it through earlier, we'd be heading back to the city by now."
I started walking back, took out my phone, "Since you agree, let's begin."
I walked to the tombstone, looking at the portraits of my mom and grandfather, feeling heavy-hearted: "Mom, Grandpa... Jason Miller and his wife have come to apologize to you. It's my fault for being useless, taking so many years to make them apologize. May you find a bit of peace over there."
I turned on the video recording on my phone, pointing it at the two of them.
