When the hug finally ended they sat next to me in very uncomfortable looking plastic chairs.
How long had they sat in them? I wondered
"Mom, What happened to Jack?" I asked.
My mom's face went from very happy to grim and sad.
My father whispers something in my moms ear and gets up and walks out of the room.
"Mom?!" I asked getting worried.
"Honey"she says taking my hand "Jack passed away on impact..".
I looked her in the eyes tears running down my face.
"No! He can't be dead! HE JUST CAN'T!" I yell.
I bury my face in my hands sobbing louder.
My mom rubs my back.
"I know honey it hurts, I know just know I am here sweetie." She says
I hug her tightly.
"Thank you mom." I say still crying
"No problem sweetie."
2 days later
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"Sweetie? Do you need help?" My mom asks through the door of my room
"Yes! Uhm it's not easy to get a dress on in a wheelchair!" I yell
She chuckles.
That's the most joy the two had felt in the past few days.
Today was the day.
Jacks funeral.
My mom opened the door and quickly helped me into my black dress.
She helped me put on my makeup and heels.
Well heel since there was a cast on one of my feet.
"Everyone's downstairs want help or do you have it?" Mom asks a sad smile on her face
"Can I have help please?" I ask
She nods and we head down the stairs finally reaching the bottom.
I saw Jacks mom Lilly (made up name) her long brown hair pulled back into a bun.
She wiped her eyes every once and a while.
She saw me and walked over.
She hugged me tightly.
I smiled the best I could.
"How are you doing darling?" She asks
"I am okay how are you?" I ask frowning sadly
"As good as I can be." she says
