I woke up to a knock on the door, and one ring of the doorbell. I heard hello to each other as I got up and walked to the door, I saw my mother stand there in sadness, and silence. She looked up from the floor with tears in her eyes, she looked over to me right behind Max. She barely opened up her mouth in tears started pouring out her eyes, immediately all I thought is 'Dad' I know mom was an emotional person, but she would never lose it like this.  She bends over like she was going to fall on her knees, but Max caught here and walk her over to the couch he looked at me strangely, probably wanting to know what was happening. No words came out of my mouth but I mouthed 'Dad' I could feel tears starting to build up in my eyes, I try to hold it in.

I sat right next to her, holding her, feeling her pain. I felt like I had no feelings like I had no ability to do anything. A while later, mother calm down a bit telling me what happened with father, she told me that she woke up and he wasn't moving, he wasn't breathing. She called the ambulance, and they came and took him away. They said that they're sorry for our loss but I know no one really cares. I could, but I couldn't imagine how she feels, what it feels like to be a widow, what it feels like to lose the one person you truly love.
She was pale, she wouldn't eat, she wouldn't drink any think she's just sat there when we brought her back home. For days feels like this, I too sometimes had lost my appetite and took a little time to myself but I didn't block out the world. One day after work and after school Max and I went to go check up on her and found her with one of his shirts that he always wore. All of the stuff was gone into my old room, it was a hard sight to see. That afternoon Max finally had my mother eat something, she said that was almost exactly what her mother made her when she was sick or ill.

Weeks have passed, and it was a few days till the funeral Max was the best support, and the best boyfriend anyone could have during this time of need. He took care of me and my mother, he made sure that we ate and focused on each other. He helped my mom and me get through this and get through the funeral. At the funeral, it all seemed like it was fake, like nothing really happened like I wasn't really there.

About a month has passed, and almost everything has gone back to normal. I did have some moments of depression but it wasn't too overrated. It felt weird without him anymore, but I and my father weren't as close as everybody thought. Max and I walk in the hall at school, everybody was whispering things about me, but I didn't mind they didn't care about me, they didn't know me. People have said they were sorry for my loss, and I thanked them. Max has to help me through a lot, and I thanked him for it, but o guess he doesn't know how much he means to me, and how much he has helped me.

Thank you, everyone, for the support for me to continue this book. I'm sorry this is such a short, and depressing chapter, but it will go better. I am so happy that the main character has found someone she truly loves. If you have any questions or suggestions for the next few chapters I really appreciate the feedback. Thank you once again and have a great day.