75. Emiliana

The crowd dwindles as people start dispersing. The funeral having come to an end. Some of the older men pulled Angelo to the side, no doubt giving him advice on how to be a successful boss. They mourned papa that first day, throughout the night but after that, they were back to normal. Drinking and laughing as if it was a party and not a funeral. Some of my distant aunts shed a few tears but there was no commotion. I chalked down their attitude to seeing too many deaths. I'm guessing people in Cosa nostra have gotten used to death. So much so that they aren't bothered by papa's passing. I'm the only one overreacting. For the hundredth time, I look around. Trying to catch a glimpse of him. He's not here. He wouldn't show up but a small part of me hopes he does.

One hug.

That's all I want today. For him to hold me and assure me everything will be alright. I want him to hide me while I cry because no one seems fazed by this. They all seem to be put together, ea