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know that choosing a coff

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silk uph

more expensive, but

n inappropriate question: “Do you

nd my always strong mother to be a wreck in tears, but I was wrong. It scares me. But do I really want to see

y want my

making me a

se a coffin for my father. I don't care what wood it's made of or what upholstery i

ll never see my father and never be able to apologize to him. It

the handrail, squeezed it until my fin

e event in my life

He was just joking then, and we both laughe

*

me, I told my mother that I wanted

tte, I can pay for my h

e went up to her bedroom. From the moment I got h

a few years ago, and although we never talked about what happen

iz as we sorted through the food th

as she put another ca

know

but no — if she knew, she would have immediately called me at t

, Charlie," Liz said reproachfully. “Dad

s are true, but I still

here, and I... can't," I

slap in the face. “Even Oliver himself. He lives his life, just like you, by the way! This is child

and tears of remorse filled my eyes. “Do you think I don’t

sion flickered

rry. I shouldn't

t's going

s were red and puffy because Emily was crying most of the tim

ttle bit more difficult

.” I tried to smile

adily accepted my embrace. Our father died, but our

*

he hadn't lived there for a long time. Ever since their mother had abandoned them and went away, a pale shadow of sorrow had settled in the Scotts' house

his parents' house as soon as he could, and felt gu

why she did that and how she could have made up her mind. But one day Ollie looked a

e decided that we were not a good fit into her future life plan

ive the woman who gave birth to him. So could he forgive me

ned window. I couldn’t tell from there, but I was pretty sure Ollie wasn't there. I couldn’t feel him

h were spent. My gaze lingered on the roof for a long time, and for a moment it seeme