Clues

I did not know what to feel.

I was numb inside and out.

Aunt Hilda and I were like robots inside the funeral home. To be precise, I was the robot.

My poor Aunt was left daze, unable to function properly. I took it upon myself to assist the guests despite some of them avoiding me at all costs.

It was evident that the language barrier was a thing. But Aunt Hilda was seated at the first pew, blankly staring at my cousin's coffin.

I wanted to ask what happened. However, I didn't even have the heart to do so.

I picked up a few words from the discussion buzzing around his closest friends. But those who were with him stayed silent.

They sat by Aunt Hilda's, mimicking her blank stare at the coffin.

I chewed on the inside of my cheeks.

Comforting Aunt Hilda was all I could do. There was nothing else I could offer other than my presence and helping around while battling the heavy feeling inside my chest.

Sometime later, the atmosphere inside the funeral home became too heavy for me