It was the day of the funeral. Her mother's funeral. And lucky her, she was picked for the eulogy.
Ember stood at the head of the church. No paper. Straight from the heart. That's how mama would have wanted it. Not some rehearsed sob story: the honest love that lay in her heart.
She took a large breath, then began her speech.
"My mother was a beautiful person. She was so full of life and love, for me and daddy. For everyone. It was just the way she was.
Never let anyone go away hungry. Always baked cookies for me when I was little. She was just that kind of person.
Even when she hit the bottle, she never yelled at me. When mama felt she would be getting too riled up, she would normally go to her room.
She didn't used to do this. No, it was just recently. When a tragedy struck our home; the deaths of her brother, mother, and sister: the only ones she really had left to count on.
Mama could have talked to me, and she knew this. But all the feelings that flooded her mind would overload me as well, and she knew this too. So she chose to get to know her good acquaintance alcohol.
Did you all hear me, those of you here tonight? She gave up her life so she wouldn't cause me any harm. All of you think. Would you do that?
Mama loved me, she loved daddy, and she loved all of you."
Ember choked on her tears, and she took her seat.
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As her mother's corpse was buried, Mr. McLean stood next to his daugter. "She could have talked to me too."
She looked up at him. "No."
His face turned a pinkish hue. "Why the hell not? I was her damned husband!"
This just took the cake. How could he yell at her when her mama just died? Ember fumed at him, "Because you were to busy yelling at me and her to let her get in a word edgewise!"
"How dare you! I never-"
"Never what? Yelled? No, you never yelled. You just talked really loud right? Yeah, you were barely even home enough to yell!"
"Well if your ma would've given me what I wanted I wouldn't have to leave so much to get a little action!"
Ember stood, abashed. So he was having an affair. She knew it.
Everyone at the burial sight stared at him. They were all too shocked for words. But Mr. McLean only was paying attention to his daugheter. "You come back her girlie! I ain't done talkin' yet! I'm your father Amber!"
Ember spun around rapidly, so rapid her father stepped back in shock. "My name is Ember! And some day, William, you will remember my NAME!"
With that, Ember left her father and the funeral, not before placing her rose on her mother's coffin, and headed back to her real home.
WARNING: LEMON AHEAD!