Prologue
Prologue:
It was sad. Almost as sad as our mother’s funeral, but I couldn’t find myself shedding enough tears. Or any if possible.
Everyone just stood stoic as stone, waiting for the ceremony to be over. The chanting over, the flowers placed on my sister, Nara and I and our gifts given at the end. Was I still in shock? Maybe. Maybe not.
I kneeled before my father’s grave and removed the red paint as I stared at my mother’s name beside his. Although this was a Japanese tradition, she was persistent in joining him in the after-life, although she was Chinese.
I grabbed unto my sister’s hand as we said goodbye to unknown relatives and as the limo drove us home. “So, what now?” Nara looked at me and I shrugged. “Dad’s sister, Yori is supposed to come with us and take care of us until I turn eighteen. We’re going to be ok,” I rubbed her head and she rested it against my shoulder.
Would we be ok?
I felt anger swirl in my chest. It was so stupid and childish of me, but I couldn’t help how I felt at this moment. We were orphans now, my mother passing away from cancer a few months ago and now our father gone from recklessness. A car accident.
How are we going to survive without them? I didn’t really know our aunt, but she promised to take care of us. Of course, we had to relocate to Tacoma, Washington. I wasn’t ready but maybe a fresh start was what we needed.
I looked down at my sister and felt my tears finally appear. We had to be ok.
