Everly
Three months later.
The anguish that settled in my chest is excruciating. In the first days, I let out my pain through tears and cries of agony, but now, I suffer in silence. I have to understand that my mother is gone and will never return.
They found the plane in a forest, there were no survivors, not a single soul had the chance to have a future, and one of those souls was my mother, who is now dead.
I didn't go to her funeral. It may seem selfish, but why would I? Her body wasn't in that coffin. It was shattered, just like the others on that plane.
On the day of her funeral, my father came to my house. I hadn't seen him in a long time, and I was surprised to see traces of tears on his face. I don't understand why he cried. My mother wasn't that important in his life, becaus
