The funeral
Yes, my parents are dead. They were killed right in front of me on my sister's wedding day.
After weeks of waiting, the police finally released my parents' dead bodies to us for burial.
The funeral ceremony is being held today, at a Church.
The church is filled with prominent people who knew my parents. Friends, business partners, colleagues, distant relatives, and media crews. The funeral ceremony is being broadcast to the entire world. They were famous lawyers after all.
I'm sitting between my siblings with my arms around both of them.
Brittany's eyes are puffy from crying. She looks so defeated. Among we three, she was the one closest to our parents.
My brother Charles just has a sad look on his face. He hardly shows his emotions.
But I know he is hurting. His relationship with our parents was rocky, especially our dad.
I know Charles feels some distress. He never had a reconciliation with our dad.