The Orphan

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The Orphan

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   Just looking at her in her white coffin, looking glum, made me feel so isolated and depressed. I just wanted one last hug with her and to take back my vicious words that I now regret. Deep down I always loved her, though she could be a pain. The words of last week were ringing in my ear, repeating and echoing over and over again. As I was in my daze, I had a feeling and turned around to see my aunt’s cold, hard eyes staring back at me. I then realised she had no compassion or love for my mother.

   The journey to the church made me feel insecure and miserable. I looked out of the car and saw fields of daffodils and poppies, in a desolate landscape, reminding me of the time when me and my mother used to run through them when I was a youthful child. This memory faded as I reached my destination at the church. Everyone was gathering to go inside, looking all teary eyed and distressed. A lady in a large black hat came up to me and mumbled “I’m so sorry for your loss.” She handed me a tissue, and slowly walked away.

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    I sat down in my seat and the ceremony began. A thought just struck me. I was now an orphan, having lost my father in a car accident. I have neither a mother nor a father. Where was I supposed to go? My thoughts were paused when the chilling feeling came again from before. A tall, thin lady overshadowed me. It was Aunt Tuatha. Completely ignoring me, she came and sat down next to me.

   As the ceremony continued, I thought about last week when my emotions and feelings exploded and targeted my rage at my ...

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