The Funeral
Lola adjusted her face veil when she stepped down from the car. She accepted Max's hand and he led her toward the venue where her mother's body would be laid to rest. She didn't understand why the sun chose to shine brightly as if nothing bad had happened when it's a gloomy day.
Ethan and James walked closely beside them. As she joined a few morners from the small town she grew up in, she looked up at the picture of her mother placed on the pulpit where the priest said last prayers to the deceased.
The flowers used to frame the picture and the golden coffin did nothing to brighten her mood. She couldn't believe that this was the way she would say goodbye to her mother after so many years.