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thirteen ______________ Inevitable McCawley Farm, Tennesse June 13, 1935 Danny
She was like a ghost.
Missing one minute and then appearing suddenly the next, silently somewhere in-the shadows of the room. Casually taking in the sight, though she would never appear fully here.
Seeing her in black was like seeing a pig fly. It was out of the ordinary and that once golden glow that always illuminated around her. Dimmed.
My heart was breaking all over again, for a promise that I'd keep between a best friend— yet from whom would be the one who could speak to my soul with every blink of those ocean like diamonds.
After todays services, the McCawley siblings were both so fragile, though each plagued with grief in their own ways.
Rafe, being the eldest and the one that never wanted to show any signs of weakness. Was saw amongst the visitors that gathered inside the McCawleys farmhouse to show their respects. He was doing his best to keep up a good act, smiling occasionally. A chuckle heard here and there as stories of their dad was spoke.
But for the years we've spent growing up together, I could see the pain in his eyes. It shouted louder than his forced smile ever could.
One that unfortunately I would know all too well.
Although, their Daddy was a good man. Worked hard to make a living for himself and kids. Everyone in town knew of him, and I don't ever recall a bad word ever being heard of him.
He was the kind of Dad that children boasted over. Proud of.
But sadly, we don't get to chose our parents and even though my Daddy done what he could. Our house was never a home.
That's another story for a time I never want to speak of.
Amelia has been hiding.
Standing as hard as a concrete statue during the eulogy of which Rafe gave. My girl was drowning, and all I wanted to do was offer her a hand. Reach down into the pit of which her pain has dug her within, grab ahold of her and hold her in my arms; damned sure to never let a pain like this ever to invade her again.
Seeing her walk down the steps and out the front door. I couldn't help but to take notice of something cradled close to her chest as she swiftly escaped the reality of this house.
I give a few nods and hello's to some towns folk. Avoiding small talk because I had a blonde hair, broken hearted mission to follow.
