The Unforgettable Funeral
He brushed his suit out with his well-cleaned hands for the millionth time. His tie has been redone multiple times. The water was almost gone from his water bottle. It was about time that he should go in.
He had moved away from his parents for 3 years, a short 3 years. Now he has changed completely. His father is filthy rich however uses the money for good causes and earns them from his big oil company. Every month his father gives him financial aids as Sam lied to his father about his situation. The old man was proud to hear that his son is “starting a company” and kept supplying him with foundation money. His son, on the other hand uses this money unwisely and ...view middle of the document...
“Just remember. Big tears. Big tears. Just make the old man happy.”
The tears didn’t come. He had been good with lying to his father over these years and he couldn’t pretend to cry in a family funeral. He still couldn’t make himself walk out of this car. He smashed his fist against his thighs, hard. The extra pain provided him with some clear mind and he came up with an idea. He lifted his right hand and slapped himself across the face. Hard, again.
After that, the tears seem to flow easily.
Walking into the funeral home, his cheeks still stung from the slap. Nothing could have been more awful, not even coming back to his father. He felt like a gigantic fool and the tears just made it worst. This was not what he was planning, nothing of this sort. Everyone looked at him and smiled, happy to see the long gone child. However, none of their smiles looked real, so he returned a smile. A smile that is just as fake. Walking up to his father, he held out his arms. His father didn’t raise his arms. One more steps. Two more steps. Three more steps. Still no smiles, so he lowered his arms. This...