“I love you sweetie. Live for me. Okay” those are my mom’s final words before she died. She made me promise to move on and live. Hurt and pain flash through me as I made my promise, even in her death bed Mom still looks over my welfare.
I wish that she survived her ordeal at least I still have my mother but I know that even if she did survive, life will never be the same again with Dad and Emily gone.
My mom will become the same woman who lost the child in her womb many years ago, lifeless and emotionless.
In the back of my mind, in the tiniest recess of my soul I'm glad that Mom didn’t wait long to follow Dad and Emily in afterlife because if she did survive, I don’t know if my love for my mother will be enough to fill the void that Dad and Emily left behind, like the way a void fill my heart.
I stared at the marble crypt where my family was put to rest, looking blankly at the heavy cream stone that separates me and the large part of my heart that buried along with them.
I laid them to rest among the ancient remains of the past Falcons in the family’s grand mausoleum. Beside my grand parents’ sarcophagus and the little sarcophagus of the sister I never met, the angel that Mom lost which they lovingly named ‘Hope’.
Tears continue to drip from my eyes long after the mourners went away. Hundreds of people pay their respect to my family.
Dad’s business partners and their family came and even common employees attend my family’s wake; Principal, teachers and fellow students from Emily’s school came as well, crying and mourning over the loss of a bright, happy child; People and children from countless orphanage that my parents sponsors came as well; a lot of people went to pay their last respect to my family; some I met before, some a complete stranger but all regret the tragic loss of my family.
Those people who in some point knew how wonderful my family was before they are brutally wrenched away from me.
People who after a year or so will forget that once a perfect family exists before tragedy torn them apart violently.
Even press people are here to cover the news of the death of a business magnate and his family, and for any news of the enigmatic daughter he left behind.
They are rewarded with only a few photos of me, photos of a young woman in an expensive silk dress surrounded by her few relatives and bodyguards.
They will never know that behind my calm and collected façade of a woman; a child is crying and yearning for the family she will never see again.
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Demonic Spell (18+)
FantasyThe day that Elisha learned that she still have a blood relative looking for her is the day she buried her adoptive family. The mystery of their deaths and the disappearance of her biological parents haunted her. Left alone to protect the legacy sh...
