Going Home

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   When I had woken up, I was the only one in my room, so that must've meant that mom and Cheryl were also in different rooms as well. I was trying to make sense of what had all happened, but I just couldn't. It was all a mystery, and nothing could help it. I called for the nurse. When she came in, I asked her if I could see mom and Aunt Cheryl.  She said I could, but we would have to unhook my iv from my hand. We did, and I stood up. I felt a little dizzy, but I guess the nurse knew.
"You were unconscious for 7 hours hun. We have to get going and see your mother and your aunt."

  When we walked into the room, I expected to see mom also hooked up to iv and unconscious. Actually, mom and Cheryl were sitting down together next to a tall man dressed in black. He wore a black tie, and he was wearing a all black suit, with black shoes. This guy's face was pure white, had a big nose, dark brown eyes, and black hair. He reminded me of slender-man, or a vampire. When mom and Cheryl saw me, they started crying. That confirmed yesterday. Dad actually was dead. Mom had said this guy was a funeral director. His name was Joe Barnet. I didn't really know what a funeral director was, so mom explained it to me. She said it was someone who planned funerals, or someone who arranged everything. He told us when the funeral was, but we had to get everything, like the coffin, and the suit we had to dress him in. We talked for hours about it, and by the time we were done, it was already 7:00 pm. We drove home, and we ate, slept, and cried.

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