After her fathers death, Amber visited his newly dug grave. It was marked with a simple cross. She kneeled upon his grave, thinking. The dirt was soft, not yet set. In the distance the crows cawed. The tall grass blew across her fathers' grave. The weeping willow tree was unaffected by the wind. Grandfather had planted it as a child and now it was old and strong. Father had been buried on the family ranch, but now Amber must sell it, for woman are forbidden to own property. Her cloak ruffled in the wind. She had no family left and nowhere to go. A tear ran down Amber's cheek. She could still hear her fathers' voice in the wind: 'Beware the world, for it shall destroy the unwary'. Suddenly she turned around. She felt someones eyes on her back. Nothing except a single tulip blown to Fathers' grave by the wind. Knowing it was time to go, Amber stood tall and never looked back as she walked towards the unknown future. Seeing his daughter go, Father felt a sense of pride and promised to be ever watching.