Angelika0
Really Really Experienced
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Kate opened the door to her childhood home. It seemed so different now. Well, everything was different now. She figured nothing in her life was ever going to be the same again. It seemed so...empty. So hollow. Without the warmth of her mother's presence or the booming laugh of her stepfather echoing through the halls, this place was like a tomb full of happy memories that just stabbed pain through her heart.
The funeral was a month ago. Had it really been a month? It felt like years, yet only a few hours since she found out about the plane crash. Her mom and stepdad were on their way home from a vacation and there was some malfunction which caused the plane to catch fire and crash. There were hardly any survivors. They barely had had anything left to bury.
Numb and seeming to be on autopilot, Kate walked aimlessly around the house, everything untouched and in place as if they had never left. This week was probably going to be the hardest week of her life. At least she would have her step brother to help her through it. And whatever friends of their parents that could stop by to help them go through their possessions.
She made it to the kitchen, where someone had left boxes for them to start packing things up in. They were laying on the table and Kate walked over to them and sat down, sighing as she tried to think of the task ahead and not the fact that her mother was no longer here to support and comfort her.
The funeral was a month ago. Had it really been a month? It felt like years, yet only a few hours since she found out about the plane crash. Her mom and stepdad were on their way home from a vacation and there was some malfunction which caused the plane to catch fire and crash. There were hardly any survivors. They barely had had anything left to bury.
Numb and seeming to be on autopilot, Kate walked aimlessly around the house, everything untouched and in place as if they had never left. This week was probably going to be the hardest week of her life. At least she would have her step brother to help her through it. And whatever friends of their parents that could stop by to help them go through their possessions.
She made it to the kitchen, where someone had left boxes for them to start packing things up in. They were laying on the table and Kate walked over to them and sat down, sighing as she tried to think of the task ahead and not the fact that her mother was no longer here to support and comfort her.