Two Lives

The Funeral

I'm dressed in the most beautiful dress and yet I'm crying, but so is everyone else. The only thing I hate about the dress is the color. It's the color someone would wear to a funeral...black.
It's been a week or maybe even 3 since she died. Nothing matters when the person who has known you your hole life is dead. My mom.
I go up to the stage were her body is laying so I can say good bye.
When I look at her I want to cry because everyone tells me I look like my dad, and my sister, Channhasan, looks like my mom.
My mom has brown eyes, I have blue, I have freckles, and she does not. The only thing we both have is dirty blond hair.
My sister on the other hand my sister has brown eyes, never had freckles as fare as I know, but she has black hair.
By the time I reach her tears are falling down my cheeks. "I love you so much. Thank you for every sacrifice you've made for me." Whispered so only I can hear.
When I turn around I see people looking at me, but they aren't looking at me weird they're looking at me with pity. So I walk down with my head down.
I almost sleep during the funeral. It's not like it's boring it's just that I toon out and think of when I found out about my moms cancer.
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I was about 8 and I was wearing a nightgown with purple flowers everywhere. I started running out of the house.I could hear her screaming my name, but I didn't stop. I couldn't stop. I felt like rif I kept running I could run away from my problems. I ran past the barn and into the woods. I was running so fast I forgot we're I was. I finally stopped in the big clearing. I sat down under the tree in the middle of the clearing to catch my breath. By the time my mom finds me I'm crying again. "Why does this have to happen to us." I spit out.
"I don't know why anything happens it just does. It's Gods plan for us." She answers. "I know you don't want me to die, but there might a cure that works." She adds.
It feels like hours before she says something else."Hey do you know what tree we're sitting under?"
"No, and I don't care." I shoot out at her
She ignored me and started."About 17 years ago-"
"I said I don't want to listen to a stupid story!" I interrupted.
"So where was I... oh yah about 17 years ago I was 16. I was ridding my bike home from my friends house through these woods actual. All of a sudden my bike hit a rock and went into the chain. So my bike fell down, but I fell next to it." She begins. I can tell this is the part of the story she loves the most because she keeps looking back at the tree."I can still hear the twig snapping today. When it did it scared me. No one was around as far as I knew, but someone was there in that tree. Do you remember your father?" My mother asked. I shake my head no. "Well I can still picture him jumping down from this tree. He came and said, 'Are you alright,' and I answer,'Yes, why where in the tree.' He told me he was having a war with water guns with his friends and was waiting for them. That's the story of how me and your father met." After that day I loved that tree because it was the closest thing I had to remember my dad.
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After the funeral we all go to...let her go. I know this sounds like I'm a little kid but I hate thinking my mom is died. I like thinking that she is on vacation and is waiting for me. So we drove to the tree. That tree is where she said she wanted to be barred. When everyone got there's my aunt passed out little yellow flowers to everyone. My grandpa set his down at her grave first then my grandma, aunt, uncle, cousin Sarah, and then everyone else. The last person to set their flower down was me. I walked slowly over to the tree sat on my knees and said "I think I'll be barred here right next to you." After that everyone left. My aunt, uncle, grandma, grandpa, and Sarah went to my house, but I climbed the tree and fell asleep.