Paying my respects at the grave of my mother.  The Vesper Cemetary.
When I became wealthy enough to afford it, I had this special red stone set at the barren grave of my mother.  Until that time, the grave had been marked with only a rotted board.  Now that I am able to travel at will, I visit often to pay my respects to a woman I never had the chance to know well, but whom I loved dearly.
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