Max

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Sam

The funeral was long, that's how I wanted to describe it, I didn't want to see it as a funeral, but rather I just didn't want to remember it at all, because I just needed to remember my mother and the times she was happy, I don't need to remember her funeral. 

I was walking up the hospital corridor, on my way to see my father, I needed to talk to him, I just needed someone to talk to, and God knows I don't want to talk to anyone else about it. Just as I reached the door, I heard a voice shout out "Victoria!" the voice sounded strange to me, but what I was more stunned to hear, was that the person who said my mother's name, was without a doubt my father.

He had finally woken up, but twenty-two years too late.