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Chapter One

So it is, that people can change. Places can change. And so can lives. Sometimes, the world runs over you, and turns its back. You feel like turning yours, but eventually you realize, you can’t. There is not only a one world. There is many. World is a piece of a persons mind, we live in our own worlds. One world is the history, one world is the past, one world is the future. Since there is over a billion people on this blue planet, you may imagine the number of worlds. People might all be the same, but their minds can wander to a million miles away land, that nobody knows of. Pain might be mental and physical, and yet nobody has found out, which hurts more. By listening to other people stories you can begin your research. To go on, you must find out your own emotions. To end it you must feel pain. Eventually every pain ends, at least everyone thinks so. It might be so, nobody knows. You can cry for pain, and in the cause of laughter. You can cry for people, you can cry for being so happy. The mind of a person is always too hard to figure out, if it’ll ever be figured out. Everyone reacts for things differently. Some people laugh, some people cry, some people yell, some people hurt others, some people smile. The reaction is the one thing you have to remember. Otherwise you will be as lost as a bird in the space, with no place to go to.

“Listen to me now, students..” Sarah heard the painful voice of Mrs Hill, “that writing a story is not about writing about the way you want to, but to write what other people want to read!”
The old woman’s bleak voice ran through the ears of the younger people, as the screaming of an eagle goes through the clouds, inescapably and as loud as possible. Her British accent flew throughout the halls, even if the door was closed. No noise of people speaking would make Mrs Hills voice unheard. And if it was, she made sure it wasn’t to be unheard again. Mrs Hill was a sad woman, though. Everyone knew her story by heart. Her husband had died in a car crash, over 10 years ago, which she had made happen. After being alone in her lonely self for the whole of 5 years, crying, worrying, being ashamed and so on, she came back teaching; for the teachers’ joy, and for the pain of the students. Though, Mr Hill has soon been dead for 13 years, she still tells everyone about it, how she was dumb and so not looking, and it wasn’t her fault that his husband died. But in her dark eyes, everyone saw the truth, but couldn’t help smiling with sympathy. Every morning she drives from the midtown to the library, slows down at the graveyard, comes back, and drives to the school. Her eyes are old and dry. The blue colour they used to have has faded from all the tears she’s shed throughout her long life. The students called her a witch because of the black clothing she always was wearing. Writing is what she does the best, and actually, it is the only thing she can do well. Sarah looked at this sad woman with the thoughts of her grandmother. This was the opposite for her nature, no colours, only black, also no smile on her mouth, or a sympathetic look in her grey eyes. She drew her eyes back to her paper.
“I am very sorry, Sarah, to have interrupted your world of dreams, but this is the WRITING lesson, in which you are supposed to WRITE onto the paper, with a PENCIL, and not in your thoughts with your inner self.” That sad woman had turned into the worst nightmare of her 14 years of life, “I will have to give you an F on your paper if you don’t start writing at this very second!”
Sarah noticed an old hand on her desk, and the fingers tapping the wood. She turned her look to the pencil, drew her hand to it and picked it up.
“That’s better, I wouldn’t have wanted to get an F if I were you..”
Evil, evil witch, Sarah said to herself in her mind. Her hand started finally writing with the pencil. At last those two wanted to work together. She gave a little smile and headed her look back at the paper.

While driving back home with her bike, she saw some dark clouds coming from upfront, and started going faster. The trees had started to wave in the wind, and the lake she passed, its was turning black. The feeling of autumn filled her mind, and the smell of wet leaves got into her nose. The streets were wet from the thunderstorm yesterday, and nobody except Sarah was outside. The singing of the song of Avril Lavigne (of which name she never made herself to remember) filled her mind, when she placed her earphones on. While singing to the music, since no one was there to watch or listen, she saw the car of her fathers company. Puzzled, and surprised, she tried to wave, when the car drove ahead of her. No reply. And SHE thought she knew everyone in her fathers company, I guess that wasn’t too true. She turned to a smaller road, in which no cars, except of the people who lived there, can’t drive. On the opposite side of the road, were a kindergarten, and the little children playing hide and seek waved at Sarah. Smiling, Sarah waved back, and continued her way home.

Finally, back at her house, Sarah slowly opened the door. Instantly she heard the noise of a cry and headed to the kitchen. In her sight, appeared a woman, sitting on the floor, pieces of glass lying in front of her. This woman, was Sarah’s mother. The young woman, usually so happy, had turned out sad. Her usual clothing with colours had turned to a black and white night dress. Her hair, usually free on her shoulder, was tied on the back of her head. A bad day for her I guess, Sarah thought to herself.
“Mum, what happened? Are you okay?” Sarah finally said, when she couldn’t stand being silent.
“Oh my dear, your mother has just messed up big time..” The woman raised her head a little and gave a little smile. “but don’t worry about me, I’m alright.”
In her eyes, Sarah saw, and knew she wasn’t.. She kneeled down to the floor to pick up the pieces of glass. With her pair of curious eyes she saw the blood on the carpet. She glanced at the piece of glass on her hand, blood again. She looked at her mother, with a puzzled face. The smile on that woman’s face started to fade slowly. Sarah tried to speak, but her mouth just wouldn’t open.
“Before you say anything,” her mother continued to speak, “know this, it was just an accident, I can clean it up. Go to do your homework, honey.”
Sarah nodded slowly, and without a doubt, knew that there was something really wrong. She stood up again, grabbed her backpack from the floor, and slowly walked away from the kitchen. The sounds of her mother cry made her always sad, and since last December, she’s heard them more often than ever. Sarah opened her room’s door, and stepped in. She looked out of the window, and saw her sister’s car in the yard. Sarah instantly got a smile on her face, and ran to the door. Like a little child runs to her mother, she ran into her sisters arms crying.
“Oh Sarah, what’s happened now?” Sarah couldn’t answer, her mouth was numb, and her eyes were shut too hard to open.
Sarah’s sister, Wendy, was a 19 year-old woman. She, herself, says she’ll always stay as a little girl, but sometimes is the most mature person of the family. She lives in the house nearby. As Wendy looked at her baby sister, and her eyes filled with tears, started this smiling woman cry. For 5 minutes they stood at the door. When Wendy tried to open the door, Sarah pulled her sister back and told her about what had happened.
“What is wrong with her these days?” Wendy said with her head down, and her eyes staring at the floor, “she doesn’t go to work, doesn’t eat almost anything, everytime dad comes home, she starts to cry again and—“
“She broke the vase grandma gave her last Wednesday. She broke it, just like that. How could she? I thought she loved that thing.. It used to belong to grandpa, grandpa was her father you know.” Sarah looked at her sister for long without speaking.
“Maybe she was mad at her mother” Wendy continued again. “Got much homework today?” Sarah shook her head and smiled at Wendy, “good, good. Now we can go shopping without worrying about them.” Wendy said happily
“I’d go, without a doubt. But Wendy, aren’t you at all worried about mum? I think I should stay here with her, just for a little while longer, and make sure she’s alright.”
“Okay, you are the most careful of the family anyway.” Wendy laughed. “I’ll see you later, okay?”
“Yeah, say hi to Mark!” Wendy drove away from the yard and waved to Sarah from the window.

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Chapter Two

Hours passed, and as Sarah was lying on her bed, reading, she heard the sound of a car. Not just a car, her father’s car. She immediately stole a look at the clock. 1 in the morning. Dad was three hours late. Three hours! Sarah thought to herself. She ran to the hallway, but stopped when she heard the sound of a woman speaking. Sarah hid herself behind the couch. She heard the sound of metallic keys unlocking the door, and waiting to open. All she heard was mumbling and not one real sentence. She saw her fathers figure step into the house. She saw his usual black suit, which he wears at work. She saw her fathers usual shoes, and that hat. His mouth was speaking, and his eyes looking at something. The moment of fear came to life, who was with him? At first Sarah thought it could be Wendy. In seconds she realised it wasn’t her. Then she thought the voice was Ms. Anders’s voice from next door. No, not her either. That woman’s voice became stronger and stronger, till Sarah finally recognised it. The voice was her best friend’s mother’s voice.
“Mary..” She whispered to herself.
Sarah was going to jump out and say hello, but something stopped her. The woman walked towards her father, till she was only an inch away from him. Her fathers hand slid through the woman’s blond hair, and stopped at the neck. The one thing Sarah had been afraid would’ve happen, was just one second, one inch, one movement away from happening. Sarah felt like yelling, but her mouth was too numb to speak. She felt like breaking the mirror next to her, but her hands were asleep. She tried to yell at the top of her lungs, but nothing came out. No voice, no nothing. Then it happened. The woman at the door, and Sarah’s father, kissed. Sarah felt the knife stabbing to her heart, along with a million more. Tears started falling to her cheeks, wetting her hair and nightdress. Sarah looked at those two with her painful eyes, feeling alone, cold and betrayed. The one time Sarah thought her father would be coming home in time, had turned into a nightmare. Her trust for her father had faded away in two seconds, and turned into hate. She tried to hide her cry, and turned her back to the couple. She turned again too take a look. The father she used to know, and the mother of a best friend, had their lips still together. Sarah wanted to run to the door and pull them both back, yell at them at the top of her lungs and maybe hit someone. But still she only glanced at them with silence. She was bleeding, with no blood, yelling with no voice, crying with too much tears and baring a pain she had never felt before. As she closed her eyes, she hoped everything would be gone, that this wouldn’t have happened at any time of this world. But too late was too late, gone was gone, and the past moment was already history. The thoughts of those two together ran through her head, like a car drives over a man. In her eyes she saw them; by her ears she heard them. Second after second, being quite got harder and harder. Finally she heard the door close. She heard the sound of steps, and a jacket fall onto the chair, along with the sound of shoes being placed next to the door, and the sound of another door opening. She waited for a few minutes, and walked silently back into her room. She forced herself to close the door and closed it. Forced herself not to scream, and not to yell, and collapsed to the bed. She burst into tears, once again, and hid herself under the blanket. Eventually, the tears dried away, the bad feeling inside of her vanished. She fell asleep.

The birds singing to the morning woke Sarah. She smelt the fresh air coming from the window, though, it was still quite dark. She drew her hand to the clock and lifted it up. When her eyes saw the number of 8.01, she remembered. “Grandpa” Sarah whispered.
“Grandpas funeral…”

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Chapter Three part one (It was too long to be post it one post, )


Exactly one year ago, Sarah, her mother and Wendy, we’re driving to Sarah’s grandfather’s home. Exactly one year ago, she had been mad at her mother, for forcing her to go to her grandfather’s birthday party.
“Everyone there will be at least 70” She said.
“Oh come on, Sarah, just for a few minutes, maybe you’ll get a new cat, if someone dies!” Wendy said chirpily, imitating her mother’s voice.
“I’m not in the need of your sarcasm right now, Wendy” Sarah snapped.
They drove down the country road. The trees drew a beautiful line next to the road, and the fields next to it made Sarah feel like she was planted in a painting or a movie. The birds flying around in the fields, made the field look like some big red roof top, because there was nothing green on it. The line of trees, seemed very endless, but ended eventually, when they turned into a much smaller road. This road was surrounded by trees, painted with red and yellow leaves, a few birds and the wind. The wind blew to the trees, and made them dance. Some of the leaves fell to the ground, but right before touching it, danced around for a little while. Sarah smiled. Finally, after driving for three hours from London, stopping for the night, and then driving three more hours again, they arrived to the yard of a yellow mansion. I know what you must be thinking, a yellow mansion? Many years ago, it used to be black, but Sarah’s grandmother thought it was too dark, and gathering bad energy and powers (she believed everything you told her). Sarah stepped into the house, leaving her shoes at the door. In her sight she caught many, and many faces of old men and women. Faded colours and the smell of coffee and the hospital, made her feel sick. At the window, was lying a cat, with her feet up in the air, and her tail swishing around. The only sound was the noise of the old squealing clock, that grandpa never made his mind to sell.
“This is a social murder!” Sarah snapped to Wendy “these boring people are going to kill me, and I’m not even fourteen yet!”
“Ha, that’s what you get when you annoy me in the car, something will always happen to you, you know it” Wendy laughed. “and for my spare of luck, I’m not the one who has to converse with everyone!” And then, Sarah remembered the too warm, and mentally cold greetings of her relatives, and gave a look to Wendy. Sarah flew into the cold hands of reality, and in better words, in the cold hands of her grandaunt.
“Where is your father racing himself these days?” The quite voice asked “I haven’t seen him in months! And I thought he would be here!
“I..” Sarah said, and then stopped. “I, actually don’t know.”
“Oh.. okay then, your father just told me yesterday he would be coming” The aunt said, “He called me today and told ME that he was at a field trip in New York.”
“New York?” His granduncle has joined the conversation,
“Yeah, I guess it appears so..” Sarah said, wondering if it was the truth that her father had told her earlier on the phone, “Well, he told me yesterday that he was coming with his friend. But it appears that they’re not coming..”
“That is terrible odd, I’m afraid.”
“Might be, but that really is what he told me”
When Sarah finally got off the questions of her relatives, about how she was and what she has been doing in the holidays, and how was her Christmas. She started to seek for Wendy, and her sarcastic voice. She searched through the house, but the sister wasn’t there. She turned to the door, and opened it. And of course, there was Wendy, with her cell phone on her ear.
“Who was it?” Sarah asked with curiosity, “was it dad?”
“Well, guess a hundred times!” Wendy snapped, “He’s not coming, he’s bloody not coming!”
“Why not?”
“Oh, and now you’re asking me!” Wendy shouted “that bloody mister James Scott is in Washington again! With those bloody businessmen of America, and the ridiculous costumes of theirs! ”
“Washington? Washington D.C? In the U.S?”
“Yes! Are you deaf, or just being your sarcastic self??”
“No, no I’m not.” Sarah said to Wendy, “but it’s just, Aunt Lillie just told me that he’s in New York, at a field trip..”
“New York?!” Wendy shouted, “Oh my god..”

Wendy and Sarah ran to the house and searched for their mother. Finally, after searching through every corner, curve and turn of the house, they found their mother, conversing with an older woman. The old woman was Sarah’s long distant cousin, who she just got to know about in the car.
“Girls?” Jillian said and laughed a little, “You look like you’ve run all the way from London!”
“Wish we would’ve ma!” Wendy said staring at Sarah. “Wish we would’ve, ‘cause that wouldn’t have been as awful as this!”
“Awful? What would be more awful than running for 200 miles, my young ladies!”
“We’re not in the mood right now Mum!” Sarah snapped.
“Yeah, she’s right. Something has happened, something you should know about..”
“Oh..” Jillian said, “Well girls, come on and enlighten me with this!” She stood up from the chair and walked out the door with the girls.
“Well, the thing is that—“
“That dad’s not coming”
“And that’s what you mean about telling her gently” Sarah snapped.
“Well—“
“He’s not coming?!” Jillian shouted for the whole house to hear, “He promised me he would and ta-dah, guess what happens?”
“We’re sorry mum,” Sarah said and put her arm on her mothers shoulder, “we wanted him to come too, you know.”
“True, very true,” Wendy added, “I wonder what that son of a bitch is doing right now..”
“Wendy!”
“I’m kidding!”

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Chapter Three part two

Hours passed, but James still wouldn’t appear. Sarah looked through the glass window, and watched the rain drops turn into snow and back. Sarah saw the neighbor drag a cover for her car. Kids ran in from outside, and the street lights turned on. Well, if you could call them so, because they didn’t look at all like lights. All Sarah could think of, was what was his father doing? Why didn’t he appear when he promised to? Where is he now? All of the guests started to leave one by one, and the old peoples hissing turned into silence. The sound of old opera records was turned off, and the cat lying on the window moved further away from it, because of the coldness.
“It’s no use looking at the window like that,” Wendy finally spoke,” you know he’s not coming”
“There’s always hope, isn’t there?” Sarah said, still looking at the frosty window, “you told me yourself..”
After a while Sarah, gave up and moved away from the window. Walked upstairs, and found Wendy sleeping on the couch. There was a mattress for her on the floor, and her mother was sleeping on the bed beside. She took a glance at the clock, and realized it was already 11 pm. Sarah kneeled down to the mattress, and collapsed to her back. She looked at the ceiling, and noticed the big hole on it, and a blanket covering it. She laughed a little.
“Grandpa and his inventions”, She whispered to herself.

Later, on the next day. While Sarah, Wendy and her mother were driving back to London, Sarah saw her fathers car driving ahead of them
“Wendy!”
“Oh, what now little miss I-wanna-wake-you-up?”
“Look! It’s dad’s car!”
“No, you idiot, he’s in god knows where, in a place called I-don’t-know!”
“Ha ha, very funny Wendy” Sarah said while looking at the car. “It does look the same to me..”
“What?”
“That car!”
“Oh, are you still whining about that bloody—“Wendy snapped when her cell phone rang “hello? Yes this is Wendy. What? That cannot be possible, the doctor said that—“
“What is it Wendy?” Sarah asked and turned to her. “Wendy!”
“Are you sure it is the right man you have there?”
“What man?” Jillian joined the questioning. “Oh for Christ sake, Wendy!”
“I’ll tell them, thank you very much.” Wendy said and turned off the phone, “Mom, could you pull over, I have something to say, and I don’t want you to freak out and drive to a tree or something.”
“Sure honey.” Jillian said and drove to the next bus stop.

It felt like everything started to slow down when Wendy started saying those words. Jillian and Sarah could see her eyes going red and as they started to shine, they knew she was about to cry. Wendy opened her mouth to speak, but gave a long silence before saying anything.
“The thing is, actually, unfortunately—“
“Oh get to the point will you, I didn’t stop here just to—“
“HE’S DEAD, MOM!” Wendy yelled with her eyes shut, “DEAD, MOM!”
“Who is?!” Sarah snapped out of her fantasy of being somewhere else.
“Think about it miss dreamer!!”
“You can’t possibly mean…” Sarah stopped suddenly when she saw the ambulance drive past with red lights.
“Oh, no” Jillian said glancing at the ambulance.
“Grandpa!” Sarah yelled when she finally realized. “No, no, it can’t possibly be him, Wendy!”
“Oh Sarah, I’m very sure it can!” Wendy burst into tears, and put her arm around Sarah’s shoulders.
“But—“
“Girls, calm down.”
“Oh damn it mom, don’t you have any sympathy, it was your father for Christ sake!” Wendy yelled through her tears, “aren’t at all sorry for him?”
“Wendy!” Sarah screamed.
“Of course I am sorry for him!” Jillian said staring at her daughter, “BUT, we don’t know if its him yet, they could’ve possibly been wrong. So girls, you must calm down, please, or we won’t get out of here till next year.”
When Jillian was about to head back to the yellow mansion, her phone started to ring. After looking for it from her purse, she saw it was at the seat next to her. She stretched out to get it.
“Jillian Scott.” She answered the phone and trying to hide her crying face and gone bad voice.
“Hello Jillian, you must let me give you my deepest sympathy for the despair of your father, me and your sister are very—“ Jillian hung up, she didn’t want to hear the words, she didn’t need to hear them, she forced herself not to cry, but the tears escaped from her hold instantly.
“Mom, who is it?” Sarah asked quietly from the backseat
Silence.
“Mom?!”
Silence again…
Tears filled Jillian’s eyes, as the rain fills a cloud. She knew she had to let go of being so strong, but she couldn’t. She felt like opening the car door and collapsing to the highway. She felt like she was freezing and at the same time her inside was melting. She couldn’t hold it no more, and tears started running down her cheeks.
“Mom, who is it?” Sarah’s voice repeated again. “Mom?”

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Chapter Four

Sarah rose from her bed to her feet. As she opened the door of her wardrobe she felt like her arms were as heavy as iron. On the door, neatly lay a black dress. The black dress she never wanted to end up wearing. Along at the top of the wardrobe a black scarf to match the colour. Match? Black doesn’t match black! Sarah thought to herself while looking at the dress and scarf. She took a peek at the clock, and started getting dressed. She glanced herself at the mirror. Her eyes, red from crying herself to sleep. Her hair, messy, hopefully not that messy, ‘cause she didn’t want to appear to the funeral as another dead body. Her face, pale as a ghost. What a wonderful way to start a day!. Sarah slipped the dress on. “God, I’m a stick!” She looked at her legs. Finally in the time of 30 minutes, Sarah got rid of the messy hair, and put it on a pony on the back of her neck.
“Honey?” Sarah heard the sound of her father. “you ready?”
“Just a minute, dad!”
Sarah wandered around in her room, trying to find her purse she bought for the funeral last week.
“Damn it!”
“What is it now?” Jillian had appeared to the door.
“Oh, nothing you’d be interested in!” Sarah squealed
“From that voice, I think YES”. Jillian walked to Sarah and gave her a hug. “You know where Wendy is?”
“She and Mark are coming straight to the funeral, why?”
“Oh, nothing, just wondering.”
“Oh, okay.”
Sarah finally found her purse and she and Jillian walked out of the room, into the kitchen. Jillian took a glass for the cabin and handed it over to Sarah.
“Drink something, you look like you’re dehydrating or something” She laughed. “It’s going to be fine, darling, it’s going to be fine.”

At the church, Sarah saw Wendy and Mark waiting at the door. She ran to them in her high heels, hoping not to fall and hoping for her mother not to notice her using her mother’s shoes.
“Hey girlie” Mark waved her hand at Sarah, “haven’t seen you in a while. It’s depressing that we meet only at funerals or weddings of some kind, in a while we wont even recognize each other from a distance.”
Sarah laughed, “hopefully we’ll see some other time too” she smiled at Mark. “Wendy, is Ellie coming today?” Ellie was Wendy’s, and of course Sarah’s cousin. They’ve been best friends since they we’re 3 year-olds. Ellie lived between Sarah’s and Wendy’s house.
“I, I don’t know actually.” Wendy said, as if she was surprised of the question.
Silence was the continued part, as they walked inside. Chair after chair, there was more and more of Sarah’s relatives, the good ones, and unfortunately the bad ones too.
“Don’t worry honey it’ll be soon—“
“Shut up dad, I’m not in the need of your worry!” Sarah snapped, and pulled her hand away from her fathers.
Wendy glanced around the room, again and again, but the only free seats we’re at the front. Sarah and Wendy sat to the left, and their parents and Mark right next to them. Sarah turned around to see who was sitting behind her, but got faced by her aunt and her uncle, on the other side the annoying 5 year-old twins with their clothes absolutely alike. Sarah took a peek to the left, complete strangers for her, then the right, her long line of second cousins.
“Oh, for the love of god..” Wendy whispered, “not this many people could’ve known grandpa!”
“Sure they could!” Sarah whispered back, “OR our family wants to think so and invited the whole town!”
“Not funny Sarah.” Wendy said turning forward.
“Girls!”
Sarah turned her head again, and saw her cousin, Alex, his friend, Mums brother and his friend carrying the coffer on their shoulders, inside with Sarah’s grandfather. They were all looking down to the floor, and taking slow steps like they couldn’t lift their feet from the ground. None of them smiled, or did anything. Their slow motion went on to the altar, and they placed the coffer on a podium, circled with flowers and cards, along with ribbons painted in white and gold. They view was beautiful and terribly sad at the same moment. Sarah glanced at her mother with tears in her eyes. Jillian looked forward with an empty look, a sad look, like a part of her had just been ripped off and thrown to hell. In her eyes, Sarah saw all the good memories, bad memories, the moments of laughter and crying. And in a moment, tears reached Sarah’s eyes too. A part of her was happy, grandpa had finally peace. No more midnight visits to the hospital, no more worries about his heart. But a larger part of her was sad, because, he wasn’t coming back. He was gone for ever.
Finally, in a moment of silence, the priest appeared to the front. She lit up a few candles and took a look at everyone sitting on their chairs.
“The reason we all are sitting here, some of us crying, is that, one person of our nearest and dearest has passed away.” The priest started.
“Oh please, make it fast..” Wendy muttered to herself.
“—John was a wonderful man—“ The priest continued “—who was the friend of everyone. I remember the time we went fishing, and I fell to the lake. He jumped right after me, and got me back to the boat. He was a life savior, a knight in shining armor. His weapon was his kindness, instead of a sword. His shield was his friends, who he knew were going to be there for him. He was a happy man, and I bet everyone remembers his jokes, the good and the bad ones, his great parenting skills, his great skill in being a grandparent. The list is too long to remember. But everyone will remember him.” The priest took a long silence before saying anything. “So, I’d like to ask his granddaughter, Sarah, to read us a poem, with the reasons why we will remember him.”
“Oh no..” Sarah muttered to herself, “I forgot the poem home!”
“Oh Sarah, I’m sure you’ll remember it by heart!” Wendy told Sarah with a smile, and a pat on the back.
“Very well then..”
Sarah stood up, and walked to the priest, next to the podium and the flowers. She took a look at everyone, and turned her face down to the floor.
“Go on, child.” The priest said, “there is nothing you could do wrong now.”
Sarah lifted her look and opened her mouth to speak. Suddenly she closed it again. But then she gathered herself up and started:
“ This is the eternity,
This is the past,
This is the memory that will always last—“ Sarah started, trying to hide her cry
“ This is the moment,
This is the now,
This is the people,
Who get on somehow.”

“This is the party without the people,
This is the show without the sound,
This is a song without the singer,
This is a sea without the ground”

“He was the party,
He was the people,
He was the sound,
He was the singer,
He was the ground,
He was the sea.

He was the person everyone wanted to be.”

“He was the sun,
He was the shade—“ Wendy stepped up to the altar and started
“He was the game, we all played”
“He was the life,
He was the death,
He was my soul and my every breath.” Sarah and Wendy looked at eachother with tears. Sarah turned to smile at her mother, and read from her lips “Well done!”. Wendy handed her flowers on the coffer, Sarah grabbed her by the hand. They walked together back to their seats. Silence. Everyone started clapping their hands together. Sarah turned around to see everyone with tears in their eyes, even the twins and her father. Even the complete strangers, Mark and her aunt. Maybe the funeral wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

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