~~~~Anya~~~~
Once upon a time, my father used to breath, and now? I'm mechanically preparing for his final resting place. It felt like a sheer shock that haven't quiet settled into grief yet. Just a quiet numbing routine as I gather the needed materials, wrestling with the surreal heartbreaking reality of the burial.
I walked into my closet to find something suitable to wear. No joyous color to choose from, just dark somber clothes meant for occasions like this. I stood there so numb. Lost in my thoughts, forgetting the next step to chose at all.
“You should quit standing there, Anya. The pack is waiting,” Talia started from behind me, walking towards the closet in front of me as she picked something for me to put on. She pulled out a clean, iron black shirt, and a matching cap to her
