It was cold day on Meagan's Mother's funereal; weather suited the event taking place. The cold wind whirled around the fresh snow next to her mother's grave. She watched as they lowered her mother's casket in the frozen, along with many tears of friends, but Meagan's cheeks were dry. She couldn't feel the cold air whipping around her, or listen to the kind, sympathetic words from the guests, much less notice the looks of pity thrown in her direction. The only thought portraying in her mind was that her mom is dead. Dead and left her alone in the world. Her dad left her before he got a chance to know her, before he got the chance to help her mother raise her.
Meagan's mother died of cancer. She knew it was coming. But that didn't lessen the blow. She watched her every day, watched as her mom grew weak, as the cancer grew stronger. Her mom had lung cancer, but refused to take chemotherapy. Part of Meagan was glad, she'd seen movies and read books, and knew the side effects. But no one could be prepared to see their mother in the last few minutes of her life. Meagan had been there the last few minutes of her mom's life and watched as she drew each breath, slowly and painfully, holding her own breath, waiting for her mom's last. When it had come Meagan saw the nurses and doctors working furtively trying to save her life. Finally the doctor came out, a look of wariness on his face, and she knew her mom was dead.
But being there, watching her mom's casket being lowered into the ground, dawned stronger realization. When most the guests left Meagan still stood there, silently. She didn't notice the middle-aged man approaching her. This man had a receding hair line, firm jam and deep frown lines.
"I'm terribly sorry for your loss" he said yeah right Meagan thought, but she didn't say anything, waiting for this man to get to his point.
"My name is Douglas Mc Tore and I work for a small orphanage. I understand you have to no parents, again terribly sorry for your lost." Douglas said. Meagan just nodded, she never thought of it before, scarcely able to take in her mother's death.
"Is there possibly anyone to take custody of you?" He asked
No, there wasn't. Her mother was always at work, never had much time to be close to anyone but her co-workers.
"Oh I see. I'll have someone pick you up this evening, so you have time to pack." Douglas stated before leaving. Meagan left only a minute after, to collect her belongings.
A few hours later the doorbell rang at Meagan's apartment. She dragged her suitcase and overnight bag and opened the door to see Douglas Mc Tore waiting for her.