the funeral

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We are at the funeral.

Down the hall four men carry the coffin of my brother George, tears and tears are heard from the 7 people counted k an assisted.

When they have left the coffin behind the stage I get up and go to the stage to say a few words

- George was one of my two brothers, but not only that, he was a person with whom I could talk about my concerns, my fears but above all, trust fully, I know that we will all miss him but I want you to know that he will always be in our hearts.

Finishing my speech I go to the coffin and leave a white rose, then to my place so that my brother James can say a few words.

At the end of the speeches uncle the world leaves a white rose and offers condolences to my parents, James and me.

At the end of the ceremony there is a snack, where people share anecdotes in which George was mentioned.

At the end of everything we go home where we can rest and mourn George's death in privacy.

As soon as I got home, she laid me on my bed, my doll has hugged her with tears in my eyes

- Do not cry, you also know how I had to happen, says Jolie

He says it over and over again to try to convince me until I finally fall asleep and his voice is nothing more than a low whisper.

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