I yelled back when her figure stepped out of the shadows.
"My own daughter come to kill me." She huffed.
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December 5th, 1973|•
"I'm going
to the fucking funeral." I yelled at the Countess whom I had now been with for five years.
"She's not your mother anymore Clara." The Countess wove a finger around in the air and them pointed at herself. "I am."
"No you're not and I'm going." I stomped out of the hotel with the Countess following quickly behind.
"You can follow me all you want but I'm going." I hailed a cab as quick as possible and fled the scene. We stopped at the grave sight and I pulled my hood down to cover my identity. I stood at the back of the group of people with tears in my eyes.
My whole family was there and I couldn't say a word to them.
The showing began and I went to the front, still hidden, and looked at my mom. Beautiful as ever I let a few tears go and put a flower that her and I both loved -a daisy. I kissed her forehead and walked away without a word.
