Mom do we really have to go to Texas for aunt Clair's funeral cant we just have it here in Miami, I exclaimed frustrated with the thought of staying in the same room with Kim for more than one hour. Honey we have to show our love and support, Your uncle Morris had to plan the whole funeral on his own, he needs us right now.Said my mother, I know but we cant just act like this normal, like....like aunt Clair just dropped dead with no explanation! Why isnt Kim helping? I asked, Kim is talking to aunt Clair's lawyer. She didnt leave a will so Kim has show that she is eligible for her inheritance. I scoffed in disgust at my mother's words, that damn girl cares more about money than she does her own mother. My mother just starred at me blankly before lifting the handle on her suitcase and pulling out the front door slamming it loud behind her. I jogged up the stairs to my bedroom and crouched down by my bed to grab my suitcase from underneath it. I plopped it onto my bed unzipping it, and I quickly began to relax despite all the tension collected in my mind. Ahhhh I breathed out slowly, I needed to take a moment to mentally prepare myself for this trip. I grabbed a long formfitting lace black lace dress for the funeral,along with my black stilettos and a few other misalliance things before zipping up my suitcase and hauling of my bed. I grabbed my laptop and chargers makeup bag and threw them all in my extra large purse, before jogging,well stumbling down the stairs with my suitcase. I put on some comfy leggings and maroon victorias secret pink shirt, with my white converse. I tied my hair into a quick bun before grabbing my phone and walking out of the house locking the front door behind me and taking another moment to check my mental list of the things I needed to pack. After I was sure I had everything I started walking towards the car, I climbed into my moms jeep and quickly put my earphones in not wanting to hear repeat the same sob story about how comforting we needed to be.
