Tara's dad POV: I carry a single rose in my hand as I enter her grave. My little tara. They told me she was dead, but I believe that she might wake up some day.
"Hello?" Says a woman's voice. I am shocked. "T-tara?" I ask.
the woman is laying on my many roses. "Is that my name?" She asks. This woman has Tara's pretty eyes and red hair.