That heavy feeling of grief grew upon your chest, the tightening, choking feeling in your throat. The tears threatening to escape your eyes as you stood upon your daughters funeral. The thought of them closing her casket, lowering her down in the dirt of the planet to be forgotten about and decay in peace made your stomach churn in agony, and dismay. How about the dolls you asked for your 9th birthday..

You sat infront of the crowd next to your husband, Simon. He seemed wrecked of even being there, in the presence of a crowds grief towards a poor soul being taken out of this world too soon, and yet so young. The casket slowly closed, the mechanical hum filling the silence as her casket was lowered down into the ground. My poor baby..she hates dirt..

Simon was silent on your side as he seemed to be troubled in his head, visible on his face as his mask fell apart, tears running down his cheeks as he remained still, squeezing your hand. You choked out a silent cry. The mechanical humming coming to a stop as her casket touched the ground. The people around filling up the remaining space with dirt, completely covering up your daughters casket, leaving her in the darkness to decapitate. My poor baby hates the dark..

You held your husband’s hand tightly, as if holding it would bring your baby back. ”Please let this all be a joke..” you thought to yourself, people started placing flowers around, kinds of flowers ranging from tulips to lilies, jasmines, roses, daisies, orchids, and lavenders.. My baby would’ve loved orchids..

You slowly stood up, with Simon on your side as the both of you placed down orchids aswell. Slowly stepping back as you stared at the soil knowing your baby was buried beneath it. Is she gonna be okay in there?..My poor baby can’t breathe..

Simon gently squeezed your hand again, waiting for you to say something or whether to keep the grieving silence between the both you.