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It's been three weeks since my mom died.
How do I feel? Like crap.
Today was my mom's funeral which I didn't wanna go to, but that would just make me look like a bad daughter not going to her own mom's funeral.
This was the first time in days that I combed my hair.
I curled it just enough and tried putting on concealer to cover up my bags. It felt like the millionth time I did that.
I put on the black dress, that my mom got for me during the summer. I still remember that day very clearly.
I zipped the beautiful dress up and looked in the mirror. I kinda reminded myself of her.
An hour later, I got to the funeral home to a bunch of sad family members and friends.
I met Sarah, jace, and Harry there. And of coarse, Harry brought Bree. I'm pretty sure, he knows that I didn't like her by now.
"Hi." I said .
"Hey." they all said trying to smile.
I thought it would be raining like in the movies but it wasn't, the stupid sun was burning my pale skin. Somehow, the sun made me very depressed.
We all sat in the seats while my dad spoke first.
I guess it was harder on him than me, knowing that they had fallen in love before.

"15 years..." He said.
"I've been with her for fifteen years, and this women made me the happiest man alive. yes, we've been through our ups and our downs, but I still loved her." He nearly whispered.
He had a lot to say, but most of the time, I didn't even listen. It just made me more sorrow.
Then it was my turn. What was I even gonna say?
I got up, and stood behind the podium, frozen.
Then I just let it all go.
"My mother was an influence to me." I said. "She held my hand when I was young and she did the same the night before she past away. She was the most honest, brave, and positive women she could be. I loved her very very much. She gave me and my father the best lives ever." I knew I was crying now. "She helped me grow up with my dad and she helped me to be a women. Now that she's gone, I'm gonna have to do that all alone without another lady in the house to clean up after me or do my laundry. That night I went to the hospital, I remember what she had told me. She said "watch me walk into that house like the strong women I am." With those positive words, I knew that she could do it. I waited the next day for her to come home with my dad. But she never walked through the door like she said she would...." I said sobbing now. "She died the day after my birthday, 1-12-15."

I went back to my seat and waited for other people to speak.
After everyone was done, I went to a little corner with a small bench there, where nobody can see me.
I sat there crying, then a hand touched my back. Of coarse it was Harry. He always knew when to come.
"Maya, you ok?" He asked.
"Yeah, I'll be fine." I replied.
"That was a great speech you had up there."
"Thanks" I said.
He looked at me and I looked back. We just stared at each other until he leaned in.
Before we touched, I heard someone.
"Harry?" Bree said.
Oh no.
I don't think she saw.
"I'm in here." Harry said nervously.
"What are you doing in here?" She asked with her perky voice.
"Oh, I was just talking to maya about her mom." He said.
"I am so sorry about your mom by the way, I really am." She said.
"It's fine." I said flatly.
She pulled Harry and kissed him, she probably knew that I liked him. That whore. She practically pretends to be nice to me but she's honestly a two-faced rat.
After they left, I went to look for jace.

"Hey jace." I said.
"Hi maya." He said hugging me.
He kissed my cheek and sat next to me. I leaned on his shoulder trying not to cry.
"It's okay." He whispered.
I loved when he comforted me.

Later that day, I went home and I saw people begin to put up Valentine's Day decoration. Ugh, my worst holiday.
Me and dad watched tv for like ten minutes and then we both left to our rooms.
We ordered pizza because mom was usually the one to cook us dinner, but not anymore.
I needed to learn how to cook. My mom was planning on teaching me, but I never had time.
Her teaching me how to cook would be the only thing that I would want right now.

This house was lifeless.
Barely anybody will be talking anyways.

(Ok here is the update for today , byee)

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