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The funeral was beautiful. White roses laid upon her velvet casket. Her lipstick matched the coffin and her dress matched the flowers. Your mother was beautiful. It made me realize where your beauty came from... 

You wore a white suit with a velvet tie and boutonniere to match with your mother. You brought me and introduced me to your family as your 'friend.' I didn't mind it. Only your mother and your step-father knew about us.

I was not allowed to sit with you because I was not cosidered family. Instead I stood and watched as you and your brothers sobed quietly at your seats.  You all wanted to seem strong but deep down you were all hurting. All of you loved your mom and were not ready to let her go. 

It was not until the pastor started preaching on going to Hell if you did not repent that you stood up. You told him that your moms funeral was no place to try and scare people into converting to his faith. Your brothers agreed and the pastor apologized.

When the funeral ended, you and your brothers stood up, removed your boutonnieres, and placed it on the casket.


That was the second saddest day of my life.

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