With slow, calculated movements I get myself dressed for Nuray’s funeral. Two words I never imagined I would ever say. We’ve hosted funerals at the Kartheca in the past, but never for one of my own sisters. I know mother will be there. Though we haven’t seen or spoken to her I just know inside that she will be there to oversee it. She may not be in our life that often, but she has loved and cared for each of us since the day she brought us into this world. I don’t have to see her to know she’s grieving too.
I step into my gown and pull the material up my body and slide my arms through the shoulders of the gown. I untuck my hair as the collar of the dress brushes against my neck.
“Let me help,” Osiah gently offers. I listen as he walks up behind me and gingerly pulls the zip up the back o
