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I added. The entire party erupted in cheers and applause. Sam was passed from hug to hug, his face red with embarrassment and pride. "Speech!" someone called out. "No speeches," Sam said quickly. "Come on," Marcus encouraged. "Just a few words." Sam looked at Thomas and me, then at Maya, then at all the faces surrounding him. "I just... I want to thank my family," he said. "For showing me that your past doesn't have to define your future. For teaching me that family isn't about where you come from, it's about who shows up for you."

In fact, how many things I can use in Bekasi if we can move them. Arriving in Lampung yesterday I was shocked by the behavior of my uncles and aunts. The first bad news I heard was that on the day my mother died, the brothers and sisters did not have any feelings of sadness or sympathy, as in our area, if someone dies, we will hold a recitation or mourn for a few days. It's different with them, they even discuss about my mother's inheritance and inheritance.

“Good evening ladies and gentleman, friends and loved ones, welcome to Rymalene and Derek's nuptial dinner reception. My name is Nick and I’ve been asked by our lovely bride, the former Miss Ortonio, now Mrs. Rymalene Guieva & her husband Derek, to be your Emcee tonight. They like to extend their thanks to everyone for attending their nuptial celebration tonight. Dinner will commence very soon, so we ask for everyone to make their way to their seats and make yourselves comfortable as we begin our celebration with a wedding prayer… “ A heartful applause erupted again and there I was supporting a child with clapping her little hands. I also taught the others to clasp their hands for the prayer

A white tent was erected in the burial area, rows of chairs were neatly arranged, and white flowers were placed on both sides. Bani stayed close by, making sure everything went smoothly. He occasionally greeted arriving guests and directed them to their seats. “Mr. Samuel, my condolences,” said one relative while shaking his hand. Samuel only nodded, his voice faint, “Thank you.” An old client also came, approaching with a concerned expression. “We were all so shocked to hear this news. Your mother was a highly respected woman. May she rest in peace.” Samuel bowed his head again. “Amen. Thank you for your prayers.”

“He held her hand throughout the funeral. Even in his anger, he is giving his support. You don’t start taking blame for what you couldn’t control.” He nodded, and she patted his arm. When Ember moved to them, Kali held Samuel’s hand while they talked. They kept on until the lawyer walked in. Everyone sat up, and he greeted them all with a familiar smile. “I apologise for being late.” “It’s alright, Festus.” Ysabel offered him a seat, and he sat down. “I am sorry for your loss.” He continued, and everyone thanked him.

’ Then in brackets it says ‘(If you are not dead – Please don’t be dead! Quickly I type a message. ‘Yes, I’m alive but the rest of my family is gone. Don’t know what to do. Would you like to meet up somewhere?’ The reply comes less than a minute later. ‘I’m so sorry about your family. Yes, I would love to meet up. When and where?’

The mom went on, “We haven't even forgiven ourselves yet. We just wanted to see you and talk to you, so we can fix this family. We miss you, Sam. We want to make things right.” Sam pondered for a while, then sighed, “We should commemorate Frank's death every year.” “We'll be more than happy to do that.” “If you guys fuck up this time… I swear to God…” “We won't!” The mom said sharply, “Trust us, we won't.” “Good.” Sam nodded, “I'm hungry, did you make some food.” The mom smiled happily, tears of joy streaming from her eyes. “Yes, I did.”

“We’re glad you’re here. We’ve been expecting you. The family to receive the official death notice is over there.” He points, and I follow his hand and see them. They were a small group, huddled together on the chairs in the waiting area. Their faces were buried in trembling hands with their shoulders shaking. They’re already sobbing. Whoever’s name is on that paper meant the world to them. I glance down at the notice and read it silently: Celine Cruger. When I look back at the family, my heart aches. “Death,” I murmur with a low and bitter voice, “always arrives like it’s been patiently waiting outside the door… then walks in without knocking.”

, she turned around at Sam and Murphy, her eyes shown sympathy for their loss, "May the deceased be at peace, and may you find patience at this hour of remorse" Sam slowly walked away, holding Murphy's hand, looking around like an undead passing by, not being able to appreciate anything around, just walking the miles towards home, which wasn't a home anymore. Mr. Churchill had finally gained patience, he was calling his Son to arrange for the funeral sooner. They took a cab and followed the ambulance home. . . . . .