So the next best option for Aliana was to set it somewhere in the front yard where nothing can obstruct the jar. As Aliana searches for the perfect spot, she begins to question the significance of her father's final wish of being cremated and having his remains in the house of his family. She quickly brushes the question out of her mind and continues to search for a spot when mixed emotions about her father began to rise. A few minutes has passed and she decided to situate the jar on a stump surrounded by brookside moss that pulsates and golden dandelions that dances in the wind; She assured that the jar was centered on the stump. With a face like a begging puppy, she re-entered her home and plopped on the small burgundy sofa. Seconds later, she felt a hand of silk gently collide on her back but heard no words of comfort to connect with the familiarity of the hand. Salty tears of despair silently began to formulate from Aliana’s hazel eyes and soak the sofa. As Aliana drifted asleep, she heard the voice of her mother who promised to make Pan Dulce together