The Locket Impact

☆8☆ "Honey, forget all of this okay?".

🍃End of Sierra's pov.

This whole situation is messing up Sierra's mind. She completely forgot what happened earlier in the morning. Sierra's father was a very important part of her life.

Growing up, she didn't had the life that a lot of people had. She always had to be with the nanny and Iram. When she grew older, she was and has been taking care of Iram like a mother. There were times when Sierra and Iram would be in the garden. Sierra used to paint and Iram used to examine the flowers. Iram loved flowers. He thought that even if he had millions of great options, if available he would pick a garden of flowers. While Sierra was painting, someone said her name. Sierra was astonished to hear that sound. It seemed familiar. It was none other than her father himself. That happiness that Sierra used to feel was the reason she was really attached with her father. From the outside it seems like Sierra likes her mother more. But, she would walk in hell infinite times if it's for the sake of her parents.

This incident above took place exactly the same date as today previous year.

So, Sierra had a really deep connection with both of her parent. The fact that she cannot see her father again would cause the breakdown of a lot of deadly situations.

🍃From Sierra's pov-

I got changed cause I had no option to. I must hurry. Something inside of me is forcing me to hurry to see him. I must. I can and I will.

Nabii was outside the restroom. She was holding my backpack. I am sorry for her. She has to face all of this first day. If she wasn't here, I don't know how I would deal with all of this.

I get out of the restroom and say thanks to Nabii.

"Hey Nabii?".- I.
"Yea Sierra. All good?"-Nabii.
"Yeah I guess. Thanks for everything.", I said putting a small smile on my face.
"I love you adorable doll", Nabii says and she is trying to make it easy for me. But, I can't. This is really hard.

We went inside the car. I was not in a situation to drive so Nabii drove the car. She was driving very fast.

We reached home.

I was scared. Really scared. I don't know how to face this. This type of situation is very rare since I've never seen a dead person. Gosh, just thinking about this is stinking my heart. 

Yet, I am trying. Trying to face this situation. Nabii held my hand as we walk towards the house. The door was opened by my mom. I expected her to be sad and crying. But, she just remained numb. She looks tired and depressed from her face expression. If there's anything that is depressing me other than my father's death, it's my mom.

"It's all gonna be okay. Don't worry. I am here for you.", Nabii says as we make our way to... to my father's dead body lying in the ground wrapped in 3 layers of cloth and I couldn't help but burst into tears as this view was hard for me to process.

I thought I could remain calm but I lost it the moment I saw... this. No... this can't be happening. Someone please stop this I cannot bear this immense pain. My heart feels like it has been teared.

The next second my brain froze. I could feel the tears streaming in my face but what is happening. Is this a dream? This must be a dream right?

I felt someone touching my shoulder. It was Iram with wet eyes. Aunt Gracie was also there. Nabii and Aunt Gracie were beside my mother.

"Iram..", I said.

"It's time we have to take father in the graveyard.", he said.

"Yes." And with the last view, I stood up. "You can call those people."

The people who would take my father to the graveyard came and carried my father. I saw him being put in the coffin and then.... he was... gone. He would go inside the soil.

I rushed to the restroom. I saw myself in the mirror and I just bursted into tears again. Gosh this is hurting a lot isn't it.

I went outside of the restroom to the living room and saw my mom and brother smiling at me. I knew they were heartbroken but still appeared with a smile on their face.

"Honey, forget all of this okay? I am always here for you", my mom says.
"You two can rest in my room.", she looked at Nabii and said, "All three of you", as she passed a small smile.

We all made our way to my parents bedroom. Iram laid in the bed and shut his eyes. Gosh he must be feeling a lot of pain.

I looked at Nabii. "It's okay. You don't need to talk right now.", she said. I said, "It's okay."

I saw a piece of paper on the table. I picked it up. In it was written,

Tuesday.
I am proud about the fact that I have my children with my at this moment. I just found out I have chronic myeloid leukemia. I searched about it on mobile and it says it is caused by the increasing amout of eosinophil, one kind of white cells. I am in stage 4. I know chances are 0.1% but I still have hope I will recover. I am going to say this to my children Sierra and Iram tomorrow.
-Ali Huda.

I could feel my eyes getting wet. That tomorrow never came.  Suddenly one drop of tear rolled down on my cheeks. Gosh, the pain when you realise you can never be able to talk to someone stinks because that one last goodbye conversation was necessary.

"Sierra, sleep right now, please.", I heard from Nabii. She was right I should sleep. I was feeling really tired and maybe a sleep could fix it. So, I put the note on the table and the next thing I knew was I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep. I hope probably this all would be a dream and I would wake up and see my father waking me up for school. Or if it wasn't, I hope he would secretly come and wake me up telling me that this all was a lie and everyone did this cause they mistakenly thought today was my birthday.

Gosh, looks like losing someone can really drive you crazy.

♡♡♡
SubiiSaf

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