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"Will anyone else like to share a few words in honor of Sister Sheila Brown. Memories, perhaps a favorite song of hers? Anything is fine." The pastor asked, standing behind the pew.
My nerves ran throughout my body non stop, my palms seemed to clam up every time I thought about standing up to say something. My breathing hitched as I tried to stop myself from crying, but everything seemed so hard.
Very hard.
Before it was too late, I stood up slowly and walked over towards the pew.
Pastor Milton smiled a friendly smile and gave me an encouraging pat on the back.
"Stay strong Monét." He said, smiling once more before going over to take his seat.
I looked around at the hundreds of eyes that were now on me and nothing else.
I saw Mama Sheila's family sitting on the front row. My mom, Izan, Jamie, Seth, Nia, Sean and my childhood friends sat on the second.
I don't know why I felt like the whole entire world was spinning, but somehow I couldn't seem to stop it.
My head was pounding from all of the crying I had done earlier and my legs felt weak.
"Mama Sheila." I spoke, reminiscing to myself as I smiled.
There was so many words and characteristics that you could say to describe Mama Sheila, but there wasn't enough. There would never be enough.
"I remember Mama Sheila used to call me Minnie Mouse when I was younger." I laughed slightly, which caused my mom to smile her beautiful smile.
My dad sat beside her. A small smirk took over his lips as he recalled the nick name Mama Sheila had given to Giselle.
"She said I had a round button nose just like Minnie and Mickey Mouse did."
Tears began falling down one by one. They made soft sounds as they took turns hitting on the wooden stand in which I stood behind.
"I feel like there's not enough positive words to describe Mama Sheila." I started off. My voice was shaking and I kept rocking back and forth to stop myself from sobbing.
"We all called her mama for a reason. I guess you can say Mama Sheila was my second mom. Some of you know my best friends Shianne, Halsey, Kassidy. And then there's King, Princeton and Karter." I mentioned.
"Believe it or not, but Mama Sheila raised every single one of us. Even when she got sick, she was still there... cooking them home cooked meals, steady getting on us about making the right choices and decisions, holding us up whenever we felt down-" I began crying, hard.
I fluttered my eyes closed. I could hear mama Sheila's voice in my ear telling me that everything was going to be okay.
