As I look into my father's coffin, tears poured down from my eyes. My heart is bleeding but nothing can stop the pain I'm feeling. Losing a loved one in death can be devastating, especially when you have lost a parent.
"Condolences, hija." I looked up with tears in my eyes. It was Tito Ric, one of papa's friends at the law firm he worked for.
I was speechless and had no intention of speaking. I'm emotionally tired and I don't have enough strength to talk. I tightened my grip on papa's picture frame even more as he continued to cry. It's just, I can't stop my tears from falling.
I was 12 years old when my father died because of a car accident. Mama was forced to work for the two of us. She strived hard to provide my needs. As I worked hard to study as dad wanted. He wants the best for me that's why I strived to be the best in my field.
"With highest honor from the grade nine level, Amara Francesca Acosta!"
