Most people spend their Saturdays cooped in their room, playing video games, or watching movies. Or their out shopping, or hanging out with friends. And I'm usually one of those people that spends their Saturday's shopping with my Dad, or beating him at Mario.

      Well, truth be told, my parents are dead. Both of them. Mom died after having me, and I'm at my Dad's funeral this cold, sunny day. I guess that makes me an orphan then. Thank God for Grams. And If it weren't for her I'm sure I would be in an orphanage already. Grams is my Dad's mom. Gramps died due to heart problems, and Mom's side of the family died in a fire. So if anything happened to her, I would have to move into an orphanage. 

     I head over to Grams, in her black gown, talking to her friends about how great dad was, and how good of a job he did raising me without Meriam (My mom), and how great of a son he was. I escaped into the bathroom where I saw Angeline, dad's coworker, crying softly to herself.

     I put my hand on her shoulder, startling her. "Hello, Angeline." I said softly to her, trying to comfort her. She turned around, and smiled softly. "Hello, Lillian. I'm so sorry about your father." she said to me in the sweet, angelic voice that she has.

     I noticed a ring on her finger. I complimented the ring. "I love your ring, Angeline." She smiled sweetly. "When your father proposed to me 3 months ago, I was over the moon, and your father was also happy that I said yes. I'm sure your father already told you. He said that you were so happy." She sighed. I was in shock. "Y-Ya. Dad told me that you were engaged. I was really, um, really happy for you guys." I'm not good at lying.

     I would be really, really happy if Angeline would be my mother. I've always wanted one, and Angie seems to be a perfect fit. But Dad never told me anything. He never showed any signs. Dad seemed like a robot when it came to his work. I never knew Angeline and Dad were a thing!

     I wanted to storm over to Dad and demand a truth. But I remembered: he was gone and never coming back. I felt a lump in my throat. Maybe that lump would become something bigger. Maybe I would die and be with dad, mom, grandpa, all the possible uncles and aunts that I never knew. The grandparents I never knew. The mom I never knew.

     I wanted to tell Angeline everything, but she was already gone, leaving me in a whirlwind of my thoughts. I sighed and walked out. Grams ran up to me and grabbed my arm, practically pulling me. "Come say goodbye to your father Lillian. It's your last chance to see him."

     I'd stayed away from the casket- away from Dad- because I couldn't bring myself to see him. If it weren't for the image of him I have in my mind, I probably would've seen him already. Oh God, how will I live without him? I'll miss his horrible dad humor. His dad jokes.

     Oh well. I walk over to Dad under Gram's subtle unsubtle stares and glances toward me. I leaned over the casket to see Dad. He had wounds on his face, but his eyes were closed, and he looked peaceful.

     Dad was wearing his favorite shirt( A shirt that had a picture of me on it, with him), the shirt he never wore. There were pictures of him and I, him and mom, and the one picture that we have of all 3 of us. And lastly, a picture of grams, and grandpa, and a picture of him and Angeline.

     Dad was being buried with memories. Hopefully he still remembered the good memories, like the one time he beat me at Mario, instead of the bad memories, like mom dying, or the crash.

     "I love you, Dad." I said softly to him. "Sleep well, and tell mom I say hi"

     I turned around to leave the room with Dad when Grams stopped me to talk. "Great job, Lillian. What you did takes guts, and one mighty fine heart. You have a great heart, just like your Dad." I smiled.

     She turned around to leave. I saw Gram laughing with her girlfriends. Too bad I had no one like that. I love to have a core group of friends- that aren't my 3 stuffed animals in my room. I turned my head to Dad. I hoped he would wake up, and Mom too. I'd love to meet her. Dad made her seem like this superhero. Since the funeral was being held in our backyard, I ran away to my room. Once I got to my room, I cried into my bear, Stefan. "I want my Dad, Stefan. Why can't I just have my Dad back? Or my Mom? Why is life so cruel?" I said in between sobs.

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     The hearse left 3 hours ago, with Dad. I watched from my window and blew a kiss. Grams came and knocked on my bedroom door. "Can I come in, sweetie?" I didn't reply, but she came in anyway.

     "I have some bad news and some good news for ya." she said, watching me fidget with my curly hair. She continued talking. "Arrangements have already been made, and everything's already set in stone. Your moving in with me, and your last day was Friday." I widened my eyes. First my Dad dies, and now I have to leave my life behind?

     "You'll attend school near me, and I've already signed you up. And I love you too much to watch you suffer here without your Dad." I loved Gram's, but this was a big, fat no. This was officially the worst day of my life.

I woke up to the sound of rain, and then remembered that it was my last night in Dad's house. I wandered out of bed, and peeked into the guest room, where Grams was fast asleep. I walked into Dad's study where the smell of old books and peaches lingered in the air. I ran my hand over his desk, wondering how I could live without him. I picked up a photo on his desk.

      It was a picture of Dad, Mom and I. 'The only picture of us all together' I thought to myself. I turned to leave, but then something caught my eye. It was a photo frame. It had him and Mom, but Mom had a bump. I quickly realized this was taken when she was expecting me, the last few months Dad had with her.

     I sighed, knowing that tomorrow, Gram's would take me away from my home. I wandered into the kitchen, and then into the dining room and made my way into the living room. The living room smelled like fresh cookies, thanks to the air freshener. I climbed back up the stairs, and to the hallway. Gram's light was still off, my midnight stroll unknown. 

     I awoke to Gram's face in my own face. I sat up, accidentally bonking her on the nose with my head. "Sorry, Grams" I said to her. She looked ok. I smiled and got out of bed. I ran to my room to get dressed as Grams kindly informed me the movers would be here any moment.

     I put on my one and only "I want a cup of Raman" shirt (The last shirt Dad got me) and a pair of jeans because it was windy and cold out. I slipped into Dad's study as Gram's charmed the movers with some of her mystical lemonade (lemonade with grapefruit juice and a hint of orange).

     I started putting books in boxes, and other stuff piled into Dad's study. I carefully set the pictures that were in there in boxes and brought them up to the mover's truck. I climbed the stairs to Dad's room and pulled down the latter to the attic.

     I didn't know what I was going to see. I have never been into the attic before. Dad's study was supposed to be the master bedroom, but after Mom died, it turned into his study. Dad would sometimes lock himself up in there, especially whenever he had an important case (he was a lawyer) and it so I couldn't go in there. I climbed up and braced myself for what I may see. 

     I climbed up the ladder and saw a mostly empty attic. Nothing was there except for the wooden structure and a couch  that was covered in a white cloth. I climbed the rest of the way into the attic and then Grams called me downstairs. 'I'll try to come back later' I thought to myself.

     Later, after the movers had left to go drop the stuff off at Grams' place, I was wandering around the empty house, wondering what would happen to it. I wandered into Dad's old study and saw that the attic door was open, with the light on. I knew that Gram's was in the kitchen, making cookies for the people that were coming soon to look at the house. 

     I wanted to explore the mysterious light in the attic, but just then Grams called me to the kitchen to taste test the cookies. I walked off, eager to try the cookies, but also wondering who was in the attic. I wanted to tell Grams, but she would probably say that it was just my imagination. 

     I walked into the kitchen and tried the cookies, which were tasty as always. Later, I went into Dad's old study and saw that the light was off, and the attic door was closed. I sighed, knowing that my imagination had most likely gotten the better of me.