I remember the day I re met my
brother after my funeral.
I was finally happy.
I remember that during my funeral I
saw everyone that didn't care for me
show up and pretend to care.
If they really did care, this wouldn't
have happen.
Now, everyone loves me.
YOU ARE READING
When We Were Happy?
Short Story"Well I don't want to remember." Not friends, not enemies, just strangers with some memories. ~ Please give this story a try. I'm no professional writer, but I hope you enjoy.
