"I miss you so much… so much that sometimes it hurts. There is not a single day that passes without the thought of you crossing my mind. I…"
Peter and Paul had long finished their speech. So had my stepdad.
Why the words I had prepared for my mom in my head refused to leave my lips, I don't know. I suck in a nervous breath, looking around the dead gravesite.
"C'mon Aunty Sarah, say something," Peter persuades me.
Tears follow next. I miss her so much it hurts. I miss her with every fiber of my being.
"I'm so sorry, Aunty," Paul pitches in, his tiny hand wrapping around mine as he hugs me.
Since my legs have already gone weak, my knees find the ground. I slump into it and continue crying.
My stepdad lowers himself to my level on the ground, "We all miss her, Sarah. But c'mon… Get yourself together. For how long will you continue crying like this?"
