That funeral was the most horrible funeral I've ever been to. Among the people that sat with their black dresses on and roses to gift my father after his extensive life; I found that my worst enemies sat there. Jacob and Ray; I hoped that they were there for no pester, but taking the sweetheart from me is what I call a real irritate. I pretended that I didn't know that they in fact came and I sustained sitting with Elisa; she was my father's dearest friend. She tried scarcely to get into association with my dad, but he never acknowledged her love as he promised us that he won't get married to any women after my mother. He was the whole lot to me. He was all that can be remembered in my dreary matter. But I needed someone to help me throughout my verve and someone who could confer me her heart.
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I left Elisa and followed Serena as she left Ray and had a walk between the foliage and bushes. She seemed distressing and forbidden by something as she called for Paula to join her just before passing the path. I saw her calling for her and I implicited that there was something to tell her about. Something that she really needed to express to Paula; they ended by the lake where they sat on the soil and all I have realized moving from their features were their feeble lips. I knew there was something appalling going on with her, but Paula seemed to care about her and they came back to the funeral place that held the gathered people that prayed for my father. I had never seen her gloomy before and one way or another it could have been possibly her father, because she had always been grief-stricken from his attitudes and policy he always try to make her bear. I've known her since she was five before she was the daughter of the president. He was a close friend of my father, but when he promoted himself to be a president; he lost everyone he loved. He thought of himself an immense part in the United States and mislaid his best friend counting his wife that he considered she wasn't his type any longer.
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The funeral was over and the people left except for me, Elisa and Serena as she insisted to stay when Ray preferred to leave with her. I couldn't deem that I was unaided that time without him. I couldn't comprehend why he left me and Michael unaccompanied. I couldn't utter my feelings to him anymore. I was solid when I looked at his countenance for the last time. My spine bristles shook as I left rearward and Elisa embraced me as I blinked the haunting tears in mylife. The man that buried him, close to tears as he saw me weep. I was alone and bitter, but bitter enough to consider the cop asking me to call my mother to get home, because he needed to tell something that she was required to realize it was previously happened.
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"Where is Mrs. Roberts?" he replied as he came closer to me and staring at me as if I was blameworthy.
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He continued asking me again "I suppose she is your mother, am I right?" my face utterly plain from emotions and he kept staring at me and as he gave attention to Michael slipping from the cabinet and diminishing on the icy floor.
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He pressed me aside as he reached for him and stared back at me again with a grin "can you please tell me if you have any relatives that I can call?" he continued "I think you'd better talk to me. Are you alright?" he held Michael and let him take a break on the living room's sofa as he rose back to me and waved his hands in front of my face as he placed his hat on the counter.
I looked at him as he was foreign and spoke to him indistinctly "My mother and father are divorced. My father was away from yesterday and hasn't appeared until now." His frown was hard for me as he begun to pronounce the phrase that shook me until I fell on my knees and head down. "Then I have to tell you that your father's remains were found thrown on the track that led to Texas."
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My veins rose to my skin as I looked at the cop. Hoping my father was intoxicated. Hoping he was robbed, but not dead. Hoping every time the cop said dead was a just a nightmare. I couldn't supervise my way to the living room. The place around became fuzzy and thorny for me to approach Michael. But when I did; I held his arms from both shoulders and brought him to my chest and shouted in his face as I was in a menacing reaction.
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I shook him as I hard-pressed on his arms tighter and as I shouted louder "This isn't mother's fault. Well yeah take this Michael. Father's dead. You get it. Our father is dead. Now go to mom and tell her that he is gone. Let her know that you need her more than you need him."
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The police officer pulled me back as Michael started into shock. He let me tranquil down and when I was in a mode of talking, I said to him "I think I'll call Elisa; she's contiguous to him."
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He grabbed the phone from the table and handed it to me. "Hello Daniel, so are you camping with your dad?" she seemed keyed up, but I said it hastily and simply as sore as bursting of fire in my throat "dad is dead. He is gone and I need you to come over California"
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I never knew the realism world. To be son of a great man like Roberts was greater than having a father who doesn't appreciates. To be friends with true souls I trust they are my real friends. To be a lover with a woman who knows that she is going to be in real risk and although this women is only one; she is the only one able to bring me alive from this solitary. If she knows that I love her. If she knows that I sensed her. If she knows that I like her. Why not she let me take her?
