32. Funeral

Time marched by days into months and months into a year. Everything in my life has changed but one thing remains the same. Years ago, I wouldn't have pictured my life the way it is now. Our little family had grown. Brother is engaged with Ayra and father is living with us. Even after a year my mind can never let go of Loren or it's my heart that is still holding Mr. Black. I was looking in the mirror, reading my new look. My long hair was now short reaching my shoulders. I was wearing a maroon, knee-length dress with black boots covering my exposed legs. My contemplation ended with a call, a video call from Jacob.

"Hey."

"Haircut!" Was the first thing he said.

"Yeah," I said touching the ends of my hair. "Ayra insist."

"You look cute in short hair."

"You think so? I prefer long though."

"When did you do it?"

"2 days back."

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