THE BURIAL

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Hey readers this is my first  novel to write professionally though I kept on writing short novels throughout my childhood. Am still in high school in africa but this is a great opportunity to write here hope you enjoy my story though it might have some grammar mistakes

"She was....., she was....." Kylie could hardly speak because she was holding back the tears that were fighting to roll down her red face by then.

Looking  into the small audience, all the eyes were looking at her with regret and she could feel a huge burden of guilt on her back.

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Apparently just 30 steps from were Kylie was, there was a different burial taking place.
    "She was......., she was my mother," Jemain finally got a sentence out of his mouth and accompanied it with a very deep sigh.
Our of the huge audience filled with body guards, officials and only a few of his mother's relatives, he could only spot out his father Matt Hutton, who was staring at him with gentle eyes and even though he didn't release any tear, all the grief on his face could show how hurt he was.

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On the other side, Kylie kept on sniffing and  breathing heavily now that she had failed to fulfill the promise she had made to her dad - to bravely speak on her twin sister's funeral - she could see how disappointed her father was in her but it was only her emotions she couldn't control.

Kylie fell on to her knees without her noticing and it was yet another heavy reign of sobs going to take place in the next one minute.

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Jemain was also not successful his speech because he compared his  life and equalled it to the end of the world.

He felt like all he had ever has had disappeared and never will it ever come back.

  "Let's go son" Matt Hutton interfered jemain's sobbing. Jemain turned and looked at his left side as if he was ignoring his father's presence.

He picked a glance of a blonde haired lady crying heavily on her knees through the bodies of the body guards in his heart, he thought he was in the worst position but seeing a lady in such a sorrow state, he Was some how consoled

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⏰ Last updated: Dec 30, 2015 ⏰

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