Her Perfect Family

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Angelina & Krystella
The Day Of The Funeral.

We pulled up at the funeral and made ourselves present. Condelences were everywhere from everyone to both of us constantly throughout the session.

The priest stood up and welcomed everyone here.

"Welcome friends and family, unfortunately we gather here today for an unfortunate event. The passing of Avaleigh Mia Wennington. Age Sixteen. Born September 23rd 1998, Died October 21st 2015. She will be remembered very dearly to everyone. It's been said her home life wasn't going all to well and she had the urge to end it all without seeking help. Please be aware that this type of thing happens everyday. No more loss to mental health."
Everyone chanted: "No more loss to mental health."

"Amen."
"Amen." We repeated.

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Angelina

"If I could have the first person who wishes to say a few words step forward please." The priest said in a calmed tone. How could he feel calm...I wondered how many funerals he'd be conducting today...Poor fella.

"Avaleigh Mia Wennington...twenty three and a half hours of labour on September 22nd - 23rd. I didn't know if she was a boy or a girl, being my first baby I kept it a surprise. Especially because her Dad wasn't around he worked away. I was stuck doing things by myself. He was sorry for this.

I've had to go to one of these before for their father. So I'm kind of used to this talking stuff.. I started to choke. But I never thought it would be....be...be for my first born!" I burst into tears, the priest tried taking me away from the stand. "No I need to do this please." I begged. He let go of me and stepped back to his seat. "A mother or a father should never have to bury their children...they are supposed to bury us... that's just how life is supposed to work....A child isn't supposed to feel threatened, unloved, neglected or abused by their parent...or in Avaleigh's case her foster parents. I'll tell you right now.

The suicide note that was shown to me...lead me to one hundred percent believe her foster Father and Mother made her take her life that night. She felt all the things a sixteen year old girl shouldn't. She was not taken care of properly.. and this makes me angry because this is WHY I FOUND THEM AGAIN IN THE FIRST PLACE!" I Screamed and slammed my fist down on the podium. Stella took me off the podium back to my seat... and took my place up there.

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Krystella

Avaleigh or Ava as I called her. Was my beautiful big sister. I can see how many friends she had because majority of you are all here. She was bright and bubbly and always made you feel better when you were down. She never said a bad thing about anyone. She was my best friend...my rock...my soul mate.. and I've been lost without her. It's been so hard not to be around her. I hate every second.

I wish I could bring her back by just clicking my fingers and I wake up from this horrible dream...but I can't....I never thought I'd be one to loose a family member...in all honesty I always thought it would be me.

I love you my darling Avaleigh Mia Wennington. I'll never ever forget you. I'll be with you soon enough.
I miss you.
Goodbye beautiful.

I stepped off the podium and sat down again next to Mum.

"That was beautiful." She whispered.
"Thanks." I whispered back.

"It sucks you can't stay out forever." I whispered as tears fell listening to people talk about my sister..

"I know princess hopefully I'm out soon." She kissed my head and put her arm around me.

"That concludes for today please pay your respects for as long as you wish. RIP Avaleigh Mia Wennington." The priest said as he closed his book and stepped down.

Mum and I stood there for ages after everyone left... it was one of the worst days of our lives.. especially because Mum had to leave in a police car back to her cell. I hope she was out soon I missed her dearly.