~Celine~

All dressed in black, we stood in front of the coffin which my father was in. Ashley, Charles, the guards, and other friends we never thought he had, and I.

We listened to the Priest as he prayed and did the necessary things. I had a straight, cold look, just like everyone else.

At some point in my life, I thought I was going to bawl out my eyes at my father’s funeral, but I was wrong. I had never felt this kind of relief before.

He made my life a ...