AFTER ALL THESE YEARS

Everyone, all draped in black, had their focus on Mr. Solomon's casket, which was already placed in the grave, waiting to be covered with sand. Keen on the casket more than anyone was Henry. It felt as if a deluge of emotions and memories washed over him. How deceitful humans can be. Who would have thought that someone who loved him immensely was also the same person who killed his father and shattered his family? I was certain that he was also puzzled. He couldn't fathom why Michael Solomon adopted him and why his mother left. He had tried to give himself a rational explanation, but he still felt empty, unsatisfied by his answer.

The focus was on Paul's first letter to the Corinthians, the fifteenth chapter precisely. Michael Solomon never fancied church, so I wondered why a priest was here reciting a chapter about resurrection through Christ. People like Michael Solomon deserve a second death, one with greater pain.