Author’s POVAmy’s Death Anniversary at the orphanage was a private event meant for the people who were close to her and knew her personally. Familiar people, well-wishers of Amy, had gathered at the place. Small in number, yet a place that she cherished and valued the most. A decent-sized frame settled in the middle of the yard’s garden, decorated with flowers, chairs arranged as people appeared with bouquets and roses in white. A sign of peace and freedom. For a person who strived for it most of her life. The chairs were gradually filled, the very front row chairs were deserted