POV DIANA ROSS
On a snowy and windy day, were all was gloomy and cold, I lost my mother. I wept so bitterly for my lost as I recalled all the lovely but short lived moment we shared. I received the permit to go and bury my mother, hurriedly I traveled to the countryside.
On arriving home, I was welcomed by the wailing of my friend and other mourners. Feeling devastated by the sudden death of my mum, I could not weep openly for her I just stood there as if time had stopped and before I knew what was happening, I fainted.
We concluded the burial rite after a week of attending to visitors and mourners, and finally laying her to rest. After everything was concluded, a group of people elegantly dressed whom I presumed belonged to high society, approached me with a written document.
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