CHAPTER THREE, 003
❝ MAN OH MAN ! ❞
SILAS has been to a funeral before; his grandmothers. She was his adoptive father's mom, and she recognized him as her own grandchild, no different in blood or last names. He remembered the open casket, and the way she had seemed to fake, with the rosy cheeks and red lips.He turned to his adoptive mom that day, peering up at him with a hint of confusion on his face. He whispered somewhat quietly, in front of the line of people waiting to pay their respects, "mom, why doesn't grammy look dead? she looks like a clown."
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