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Kinda Sad but please RnR
It felt wrong. Why was the sun shinning so bright? Why were the birds singing? This wasn't supposed to happen on a day like today. Her baby sister Kelly's funeral. Where was the rain that would hide her tears?
Emma glazed in the mirror at her cobalt blue eyes. Her blondish hair framed her rounded face. Beautiful like her mother is what her dad always said. It was true.
" Emma c'mon." She heard her father call.
She obediently followed the sound of his voice to where he stood at the front door. She felt the sudden urge to hug him. So she did. She held on to him tight he held on tight back. In her father's arms she felt safe like everything was going to be fine. The hug ended when her mother's heels tapped on the wood floors. Her mother quickly grabbed her father's hand as if she needed the support just to stand.
" Here Em." Her mother said holding out her hand and motioning for Emma to grab it.
Although she was sixteen, at that moment Emma wanted nothing more then to hold her mother's hand.
Emma felt so out of place at the funeral. All her family was there with tears flowing down their cheeks. For Emma the whole thing felt surreal, as if was happening to someone else. A man spoke on how Kelly was in a better place where everything was fun and how they we're just supposed to accept that as fact. Emma glazed around her mother crying into her father's shoulder her father looking terribly mournful her Aunt Monica with tear welling in her eyes. The images blurred as tear's formed in Emma own eyes. She dapped at her eyes soon her would be her turn to speak.
Kinda Sad but please RnR
It felt wrong. Why was the sun shinning so bright? Why were the birds singing? This wasn't supposed to happen on a day like today. Her baby sister Kelly's funeral. Where was the rain that would hide her tears?
Emma glazed in the mirror at her cobalt blue eyes. Her blondish hair framed her rounded face. Beautiful like her mother is what her dad always said. It was true.
" Emma c'mon." She heard her father call.
She obediently followed the sound of his voice to where he stood at the front door. She felt the sudden urge to hug him. So she did. She held on to him tight he held on tight back. In her father's arms she felt safe like everything was going to be fine. The hug ended when her mother's heels tapped on the wood floors. Her mother quickly grabbed her father's hand as if she needed the support just to stand.
" Here Em." Her mother said holding out her hand and motioning for Emma to grab it.
Although she was sixteen, at that moment Emma wanted nothing more then to hold her mother's hand.
Emma felt so out of place at the funeral. All her family was there with tears flowing down their cheeks. For Emma the whole thing felt surreal, as if was happening to someone else. A man spoke on how Kelly was in a better place where everything was fun and how they we're just supposed to accept that as fact. Emma glazed around her mother crying into her father's shoulder her father looking terribly mournful her Aunt Monica with tear welling in her eyes. The images blurred as tear's formed in Emma own eyes. She dapped at her eyes soon her would be her turn to speak.