'Funerals... are for the living' -John Green
My father just died. And all I can think about right now, sitting in this hospital ward, surrounded by my weeping siblings is what is happening?
Trying to fight this void of emptiness that was threatening to engulf me I wonder at the towering responsibilities that now loom ahead. Being the eldest, even if only 18, I was now not only supposed to attend to the funeral arrangements but also inform my few relatives of my fathers death and hear their sympathies and descriptions of my father. From the moment my mom had died four years ago my life had been one huge responsibility after another, what with having to take care of my dad who has cancer- no had cancer- trying to support my family financially and my own hectic college life.
And now everything which I had worked so hard to mantain since my mothers death, had shattered. Once again in the form of a corpse.
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Teen Fiction'Just ten more seconds. Ten more seconds of weakness and you're back to being your cold self', I told myself firmly. I counted to ten silently and then stood up wiping my cheeks and making my face expressionless. I then put my hand up and pulled out...
