The Photograph
“Are you alright?” I turned and found Margret standing behind me. “Normally this happens before I give a speech, not after, ” I said, She walked to me and placed her hand on my shoulder, I didn't know how to respond to her gestures, she scattered my thoughts in ways I couldn't explain. “I don't want to miss Regina's poem” I said and quickly returned into the chapel, leaving Margret behind. It began to rain immediately after the casket was lowered, everyone ran back into the chapel for cover, I held Regina who had broken down into tears, and led her in. “It's gonna be alright Gina,” I said while patting her back gently as she sobbed. she freed me and walked away as she noticed mother approached us. “I see you added a few more lines to your speech,” she mentioned standing besi
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