I spoke at Audrey's funeral. I didn't intend on saying anything too sentimental and cute; I was afraid I would break down (again), but, of course, my mouth went ahead of my brain.
"When I first saw her," I said. "I was somewhere on the fence between scared and sympathetic. But I began to talk to her, and we became best friends.
"When you see someone who looks different than you do, usually, you're first reaction is a negative one. People like similarities, that's just the way we are—but here's the thing: It's our differences that make us humans. We have that ability to be different, something that no other individual species has.
"No one here is above anyone else."
At first there was silence, probably from shock. Then—the applause. A loud, roaring, thunderous applause; many people were on their feet. I felt a few hot tears rolling down my face, and I bowed my head to hide them as I took my seat.
I imagined what Audrey would've said to me.
Nice one, Ghandi.
Perhaps.
———————————————————Two Months Later———————————————-
I walked into the graveyard, keeping Audrey's smiling face in my mind as I placed one foot in front of the other. I saw the very familiar headstone, a whitewashed rectangle, very small, with the engraving
Audrey Felicity "Scarface" Myers
2001-2015
Now, "Scarface" was not an insult, but a salute; a way of remembering the most important lesson we had ever learned: Respect people's differences, you don't know what's on the inside, the most ugly person could have the most beautiful heart.
Ashton was right behind me. I was holding Indigo flowers, he was holding a rose. The two of us laid down our flowers on the grave.
As tears rolled down my cheeks, I planted a kiss on the headstone
"I love you."
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