Saturday, 4 December 2010
06:59:32 AM (GMT)
My world had been shattered.
My father was dead. Now I would have to live with our paternal grandmother, who lived
far out in the country. She was a very nice woman, but, like Dad, refused to speak of
my mother. Besides, she had only seen us a couple of times in our whole lives. She
was the one who brought us to Dad's funeral.
For everyone's sake, I stayed mature and calm, even though I was thirteen at the
time. I had to, no matter what - unlike Charlie, who wept freely, or Grandma, who was
lost in grief. Now I had to be the adult, and hide what was inside. This was one of
the worst parts - not only did I lose my great life and my great Dad, but I had to
watch my eight-year-old brother go through worse pain than me, and hide my emotions
for his sake. Someone had to be the comforter. My face was almost blank when all the
well-intentioned people gave me their condolences.
But inside, I was broken.
But the funeral had been strange, too. Where the food was spread out as the guests
moved around in the rain, there stood a beautiful redheaded woman I had never seen
before, dressed in black. The woman saw Charlie, and dropped her umbrella to run and
hug him. Charlie seemed to trust this mysterious lady - his face crumpled, and he
buried it in her chest, weeping. She put a soothing hand on the back of his blonde
head, placing a gentle kiss on hiss forehead. Curious, I approached the pair who
clutched each other like people trying not to drown.
"Hello...I don't believe we've met." I kept my tone casual as I addressed the woman.
She looked to me, her eyes a piercing cerulean - an even brighter blue than my own.
"Michelle!" She cried, as if I were a long-lost friend, and she pulled me into her
embrace, too. "Oh, I am so, so sorry." She whispered to me. Unsure of how to respond,
I hugged her back. Who was this woman?
The beauty had only let us go when our grandmother came and told us it was time to
leave. We left, but when I turned around to catch another glimpse of her, she was