As much I hate whatever was going on here it was my obligation to be here.
As I sat there, I detected a la k of grief on my aunty' and this made my hand clench into fists and I could sense my blood boiling.
I folded my hands in my lap, wishing this day had never come into being. I rued the day that,that stupid driver caused the accident.I hated everything about him, yes we all have to die at some point in time but the way my loving parents died was just cruel , and to make me the only surviving victim on top of that too?
I took a glance at my aunty, she seemed to be in great dismay, but there was something about her hands that betrayed her. She was so thin, with a model body yet wasted . I never trusted her the day I saw her in the hospital.
I listened attentively to all the speakers. I had a feeling of sadness and a big sense of loss washed over my spirit as we left the church for the cemetery. A part of my life had come to an end. Nothing would ever EVER be the same. I couldn't help my tears once again as they lowered the second casket into the grave. A sense of peace came to me when they were both buried together , next to each other, side by side. Now even through death they wouldn't be apart.
But one thought lingered on throughout the ceremony with me
To hell with that stupid drunk driver.
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When will my misery end?
Short Storywhat was meant to be a peaceful, sentimental and memorable trip back to their homestead in Kwa-Zulu-Natal soon becomes Zanele's worst nightmare ,but what's different with this nightmare is that its actually just reality waiting for her to wake up...
