UNDER CONSTRUCTION . CHAPTERS MAY UPDATE AS YOU READ . AFTER COMPLETION THE BOOK WILL BE MARKED COMPLETE & THIS MESSAGE WILL DISAPPEAR . - Binkya
Aaronzé, rising player, had everything any teenage boy could dream of; Money, good grades, and women...
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I sat in the first row quietly, shaking underneath the gloves that I wore. Thought it'd be best to go all out, it's her funeral after all.
I never thought I'd see the day, not this soon at least, not this early. A pair of shoulders remained vigilant, trying to squeeze my thigh and comfort, but the tears kept rolling.
"Note that this is the woman did not die in vain, but died a hero, protecting and serving her family as it is told in God's will," The man said, "Nicole Ivory Bella will be forever missed. Not just by her children, and parents, but by the world. Heaven welcomes her now, into a new life, where she will be loved by a different world."
"Amen."
The amount of people that showed up to my mothers funeral was flabbergasting. People from Tennessee, Texas, the Philippines, Brooklyn. People that she knew, came across, and helped.
I could not see a single face that wasn't affected by her death in this room.
