I gave money to a poor woman with a baby – The next morning, I was shocked to see that she was doing something on my husband's grave

I would remain James's widow forever.

I liked to come early, before the world woke up. Calm was consistent with my need to be alone with him, with my memories of him. But that morning, there was already someone.

She.

The woman in the parking lot.

She stood in front of James's grave, her baby in balance on her hip, gathering the fresh lilies that I planted some time ago. I had my breath cut off as I watched her slip the rods in a plastic bag.

"But what are you doing?" "I exclaimed," I exclaimed.

The words came out before I could stop them.

She turned around with her eyes wide by concern. The baby looked scared but did not cry.

"I... I can explain," she started.

"You steal flowers." On my husband's grave. Why? I asked.

She blinked her eyes as if I had slapped her in the face.

"Your husband?" ”

"Yes. I cracked. "James. Why are you here? ”