75: Kiss Me?

CHRISTY:

It had been three days since Dad's wake. It was supposed to be only a day, based on Mom’s decision, but it was I who insisted that we should do the wake for three days. That would be enough for me to prepare myself to say my goodbyes and memorize Dad’s face. I wanted to look at him even for the last time until I was satisfied. Until I forgive and accept that he won’t ever go back.

His dead body was brought to my parent’s home and tomorrow was the day of the funeral. All his siblings had already gathered together except my brother who did not even show his shadow or his family. No one talked about him. It felt like there was an unwritten rule that no one should be mentioning about my brother.

Ben.

Will he not really see Dad? I understand that he might have ill feelings towards our parents, but those were never enough so that he wouldn't see him for the last time.

I closed my eyes for a moment, then opened it again as I continued watching the casket in front of me. My eyeli