. . ? For three days after the funeral, I stay locked in my room. For three days, I block out the world around me. I do not eat. Do not bathe. I stay in bed. The curtains drawn, I remain cocooned beneath the covers. Wrapped in heartache. Enveloped in shock and disbelief. Grieving. I feel so broken. In the blink of an eye, my whole world has been turned upside down, then inside out. My happiness has been snatched from me. My whole world has unraveled. And, now, my life as I once knew it is . . . over! And I have nothing. Nothing left of me. Nothing to be happy about. Nothing to believe in. Nothing to look forward to. I am sixteen. Motherless. Fatherless. Now orphaned. And I am angry, so, so, very angry with God for taking Daddy from me. And I’m angry with Daddy for leaving me here. Alone. Afraid. Sad. My daddy’s gone! Dead! How could he do this to me? I feel abandoned by him. He told me he’d always be here for me. Told me he’d never leave me. That he’d always take care of me. Love me.
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