For some reason she is strangely aware of the cold, wet grass under her knees as she puts pressure on them in front of the tombstone. The feeling reminds her of the cold, empty feeling she had in her heart since the death of Uncle Rock. She can’t believe he is dead. She also can’t believe that she has returned to Brooklyn after she has been warned not to come back. Candice doesn’t care about the potential danger of her return. She has never had a chance to pay her respects to her family, but she feels an overwhelming need to come see the resting place of her uncle. At the age of fourteen, Candice had lost her family, and she misses all of them deeply. However, she’d had her uncle Rock to comfort her after she found her entire family massacred. Now she kneels at Uncle Rock’s grave, painfully aware that she is alone. She is left to fend for herself. Candice pulls off the little white plastic top from the steaming hot cup of green tea and pours it slowly on the green and brown grass in front of Uncle Rock’s tombstone.
