I sat in the church pew quietly, daydreaming about past memories and thinking of my upcoming high school graduation. This was the second time I’d reached my graduation year, and a relative died. It was not a trend I was comfortable with and started making me dread graduations altogether.
Out of the corner of my eye, I looked at my aunt, with tears streaming down her face as a man from the choir sang a solo a cappella. She covered her mouth and wiped her eyes as he sang, with her shoulders continuing to shake. My eyes watered up too. Sadness struck. I hate funerals.
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My mother looked over at me crying and asked my aunt to switch places with her, while my aunt continued to wipe away tears and fold over into the seat. At the time, I thought it was odd that my mother didn’t expect my aunt to comfort me. With tears still streaming down my face, I turned in the direction of my aunt, thinking I’d hug her and realized something else. My aunt was cracking up laughing.