I must be perfect. That is what you said. Any emotion is a weakness. Any friendship is a liability. You raised both of us to believe these things. Yet standing before the cold marble in which you rest I find myself thinking you are wrong when Miles takes my hand in his. He doesn't wish to be here yet here he is because he cares for me. He does not want me to be alone as I pay my respects. I lay the flowers upon you. Always the obedient daughter, as I turn away from you and into his arms.
