Fake Vow, True Luna
There was a long, silent moment as she stared down at the coffin, and as I stared at her.
“The corner pieces?” she asked suddenly, whipping her head around to look at the funeral director. “Where are they?”
The funeral director nodded and pulled a box out. He opened the lid and held it out to us; four brass corner pieces sat inside, one for each corner of the coffin. A crescent moon, a rose, an oak tree, and a sparrow.
New beginnings, love, strength, and hope.
But none of those things had saved our son.
…
“We are here today to lay to rest a small, but mighty, soul…”
Sikat na Kabanata