#Chapter12
The Touch
ABBY
Dad settled for only Two days’ funeral.
I’m wearing white instead of black, showing that I’m not here to mourn. I’m here to celebrate her life, her legacy, she may be gone, but she will always remain in my heart. I didn’t recognize most of the people who paid respect. I hate every word they said, sorry for your loss.
Wreaths are everywhere of different colors, designs, and sizes. From politicians, movie industries, from different charity organizations, businessmen, and powerful people arrived. Some stayed long, some leave immediately.
I kept my head down. Dad wants me to keep it that way. He wants me to have a normal life away from the scrutiny of public eyes. I know one day I can’t stay in my loophole forever. One day the world will know me.
