A first in forever

I would have stayed with Aunt Hilda at the funeral home, but most of the adults there told me that I should get some rest and be back tomorrow. The adults I meant were mostly siblings of Aunt Hilda's late husband. Some of them were already children of one of the siblings.

My brain was too dysfunctional to tell whether I wasn't introduced or barely paying attention.

Either way, I wanted to stay and make sure Aunt Hilda was taken care of. However, I was left with no choice when half of them forced me to go home.

So, home we went.

I didn't try to have a conversation.

I hardly knew anyone considering I hadn't even met them until today. Hence I went straight to my room and locked the door.

It was when I was alone that my legs wobbled. I had to sit on the bed and slump my shoulders.

I couldn't decide whether to cry or scream. Both options would be a nice way to express everything I felt.

It didn't matter if anyone heard me or not. All I wanted was to release the bottled-up emotion