The funeral was held in silence.
Her mother wept without stopping.
Her father sat motionless, like a man emptied of his soul.
That night, after the guests had all gone,
her mother went to clear her daughter’s room.
On the desk, there was a notebook.
She opened it.
The last page was written in a child’s handwriting.
“This time, I’ll get it the fastest.”
Her mother’s hands trembled.
Tears streamed down her face.
Then her father’s voice came from behind her.
“She… she got it…
She got… all of our love… every last bit.”
Her mother collapsed to the floor.
The notebook fell from her hands.
