I stood with my gaze hooked to the wooden house of the dead. I watched the coffin lower six feet into the ground he priest prayed and the crowd was dismissed, it was all I needed to stay one on one with the name of my grandfather on his gravestone and beside him my father laid, then my uncle who I heard no good about and who was responsible for my father's death was too.
I had cried all the tears I had and I was weary, having a pending headache, and still refused to have rest. I looked down at my wrist watching the shorthand tick, it was the present grandpa had given me, it was also the same watch my father use to wear.
I turned around and headed to grandpa's house. Where a little ball was held in his name. I made sure to look outstanding and not mournful. Melody was present, Amber too
