ANGELOU
I don't know what to feel anymore. The anguish and sorrow are numbing all of me to the extent that I was just staring ahead at my mother's coffin and seeing people viewing her with the respect she deserves. Tears were no longer filling my eyes, it seems they too were tired to regenerate.
My heart was callous with everything that happened to me for the past three months. It all started with this sickened contract marriage. Everything fell apart after that fateful day. First, my father and then now my mother. This agreement left me with nothing. It took my loved ones away from me and now I had to be by myself, facing the world on my own.
If only I could turn back the hands of time, I would never indulge myself with this agreement even if my parents would hate me to death. It had been the matchstick that burnt my whole world into dreadful ashes. Because of this fucking contract marriage, my life turned into living hell.
