I stare into my mother’s eyes, tears pouring down my face. I now wish I should have done what my parents told me. If only there was a way to change the things in our past. My father is behind me, lying amongst shattered glass. I am now an orphan.

It is Saturday the 5th of May. It is almost a week after the death of my parents and it has been the worst week of my life. First, all my relatives I didn’t know I had, were all over me. They were saying that they knew how I felt and that they’re there for me when I need them. Secondly, at the funeral, I had to make a speech. Standing in front of people I didn’t know and talking about my dead parents was not easy. Then after that came the wake. It didn’t seem natural to be having a party after my parents just got horribly murdered. I couldn’t stand it. I needed to leave and go somewhere where I would be alone.
I walked down the road for the last time, the wind blowing through my hair as I went. I’m never going to return here again. Not for as long as I live.