"What's going on? Why are all these people here?" I asked.
"Nothing dear, just go back to your room." Nanny replied.

I was supposed to get relieved by her answer but I wasn't because something was wrong. My dad was dead. This people were gathered at my home for his wake. None of them bold enough to tell me what I already knew.

Having gotten to my room, I sunk in bed and with my head buried in the pillow I cried so hard. The one person I was close to was gone and no one even cared about my feelings. Everyone so busy paying their last respects.

Acting as if I didn't know anything but deep inside I was in pain. Pain of losing my dad and of being completely ignored as if this wasn't going to affect me. I put on a smile and went to say hi to our guests.

My family finally...