We are now going to the rest house that Tito Stav lent us to escape the stress of what we went through in the past weeks. After Daddy went to the morgue, as told by the police, I stayed home, and my friends came to accompany me. We were eating breakfast when he called and said that the body was my mother. According to her autopsy, she drowned, and the witness saw her jump to the bridge. It was late afternoon when Daddy got home because he took care of everything for Mommy.
Her wake settled at home for a few days, and before the weekend, her funeral took place. It was dark and gloomy that day. It was raining a bit, but we managed to finish it. I wasn't that sad because it seemed to me that she was gone for a long time. It's not that I like what happened to her. I was devastated, too, when
