We were both at our mother’s funeral. Our father was just staring down at the grave, as silent as ever. He looked so angry, yet so empty too. I looked over at you and saw the tears rolling down your face, it hurt me to see you so upset, I was upset too. I reach over and hold your hand. It’s gonna be okay… I whisper, trying to comfort you, while wanting to cry as well but I don’t.
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