* Tuesday *

Aaron POV

My aunt, my uncle and I went to see his grave. I look at the stone that is right in front of me with its year of birth and year of death.

My uncle and aunt cry. I do not even do it-if I really want to. I must be strong for her.

Talk less, smile more.

I look at his grave and smile, posing the flowers I bought him.

"I love you Sally," I say.

My aunt puts her hand on my shoulder. I turn around and see tears running down his face and a sad smile. It makes me sad to see her like this. I take her in my arms and press her tightly against me. My uncle joins the embrace.

We go home by car. The silence was cumbersome, but nobody could say anything after what happened.

We go back to our house. We eat. I eat quickly. I clear my plate before going up to my room.

I curl up on my bed. I don't know why, but I feel better when I'm alone.

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