The priest went on and on. I shifted uncomfortably, trying to avoid the casket that laid in front of me. I looked around and there was nothing but mourning and mothers yelling at their little kids to behave. I got up and left the room into the main entrance and paced back and forth.
“I’m sorry,” I turned around and an old lady stood behind me. She was about five-two, frail and skinny.
“Excuse me?” I blinked and my stomach started to cramp.
“I’m sorry,” she repeated and she smiled sympathetically.
“Thank you,” I nodded to reassure her that I was alright. “I..I’m going to be alright.”
She dropped her eyes and before she turned she softly spoke “A boy at your age losing your father is a burden. I hope you will be alright.” I smiled but my stomach cramped up more and my throat burned.
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The priest seemed like he would never cut the gas. I fidgeted around trying to avoid the casket in front of me. Looking around the room I saw my aunts yelling at their spoiled kids to behave. I got out of my chair and went into the main entrance and paced back and forth.
“I’m sorry.” I turned around and an old lady stood before me. She was about five two, frail and skinny. I swallowed hard.
“Pardon?”
“I said, I’m sorry.” The woman repeated. I smiled wryly.
“Thank you, I’m going to be alright.” The woman looked me up and down, probably staring at my loosened tie and flipped up collar.
She dropped her eyes and partially turned. “I hope you will be alright. A boy of your age losing your father is some what of a burden.” I watched after her as she left. My throat burned and my stomach was cramping. When I looked up at the old woman again a young black haired girl was with her. We stared at each other for a bit then I left to go back to the room that held my fathers body.
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