No one is able to tell who lies here. It is me. Born a long time ago, died not long after. Guess my family didn’t think highly of me, to leave me in oblivion like this. Or maybe they couldn’t afford a stone that could endure the weather better. Not that I care really. I can’t remember them either. But I would appreciate if someone came to visit, at least on All Hallows’ Eve or Remembrance Day. I don’t like this feeling of being an outsider, when everyone else gets attention and I don’t. I wouldn’t notice the holidays if it weren’t for them, anyway.
Written for Drabbles.