Who Was Grey?

The large gates of the cemetery opened to make way for an automobile from which an elegantly dressed lady emerged. She was carrying in her hands a bouquet of roses and a book. She walked through the mausoleums surrounded by pine trees and paths with flowers. She arrived at a tomb where she bent to deposit the flowers and the book, entitled Who was Grey? Her eyes were full of tears and speaking in a very low voice, she said: Dad and mom, here you have the first copy. I think the veil of my fate was removed. I am very happy. I finally fulfilled my dream. I know that wherever you are, you are enjoying this moment. The wind blew opening the pages of the book, like an affirmative indication of what she was saying. Now I know where my fate is taking me... like you used to say, dad: God writes straight in crooked lines. Drying her tears, she got inside the automobile, to encounter her fate.