I was standing outside the door. My dad came out, crying, for probably the first time ever. It made me cry too.
"Daddy, what's wrong?" I asked. He wiped away tears and put a large hand on my shoulder.
"Nothing you should worry about, sweetheart. She feels better now, she's in a better place." he told me.
"Mom?" I asked. He wiped away more tears, so I assumed it was true."Daddy…" I said, crying. He held me close to him.
"I know." he said.
A week later there had been a funeral. They beat around the bush. They never said anything about how awful cancer is and how many people it kills. They said she was a mother and a friend, but she was so much more than that. I sat there, questioning why they never said anything important about my mom, my best friend. I sat there, regretting every second I didn't go up to correct them.
But I never did. And I'll never have the chance to.