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The service ended and we headed back to the hall. The people dropped a lot of flowers to my mother's grave. It was done every year when we come for her memorial. She was a good person and I guess they loved her.
I walked slowly this time around avoiding everyone that tried tjo start a conversation with me. The absence of Lord Azriel made me wondered if any man on earth has conscience.
He knew that this day was very special to me and yet he did not attend my mother's service. There was no message from him. I wondered how he was going to explain himself when he comes to the party later.
My cousin, Ember did not put on black like the rest of us. She wore a white dress. Her outfit caught the eyes of many people and they admired it. I was surprised that she changed her mind when we all wore black.
It was not a new black was the mourning color for my mother's ceremony. What was the need for her to demand attention on such a day?
