The day was uncharacteristically bright, as if the universe was teasing those who were mourning Grandma's death.
The sun bathed the funeral house in a soft, warm glow, illuminating the numerous white lilies and chrysanthemums that adorned the room.
Friends and family filled the space, each person holding onto Grandma's final request: no one should cry today.
June stood at the very back, greeting attendees with a forced but respectful smile.
Meanwhile, the other members of EVE, along with Jay, were at the ritual table, helping themselves with the food that Grandma's friends had prepared. He couldn't help but smile as the old ladies gushed at them for appreciating the food. They had been June's confidants since the day of her death, to which he was grateful.
It had only been two days since Grandma had died, yet she was already being buried.
It was once again one of her wishes—to not prolong her stay on Earth any longer.
