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I had any last words as I looked up and everyone was looking at me, we were in the graveyard for the burial of my parents, I felt like it wasn't real so I didn't say or do much, I only stared into the dug up hole where they would be buried in. My littl
dad always said big girls don't cry and I promised never to, never to let anyone see me cry but even I am broken and can't keep this up for long, after my speech, grandpa asked Amy if she had any final w
me that she knows and let out a faint smile... we watched as they finally laid them in the ground and covered them up, the father said more prayers and we dropped flowers at their gravestones, and just
ight. My parents were the ideal couple and my family was the ideal family, we were wealthy and happy, my dad was my hero and my mum was my role model, I stared out the window of t
asked for coffee, and Amy asked for same with some chocolates, Amy has always had a sweet tooth, I do too but I never liked chocolate and I never knew why... we tried to settle in and talk about anything that would lighten our moods. Amy suggested we see a movie, "a horror movie would help an