“He was a good, humble and very honest man. Not only was he a good business man, he was a good father, brother and friend. He will be missed. He might have left us today but he will always live in our hearts.” My uncle spoke while looking at me as i was sitting on the bench of the Church where my father’s funeral was being held.
Everyone was so overwhelmed with what he said about his brother. I watched him step down and come sit near me. “Your protector is dead” he whispered in my ears. I gave him a death stare and looked at the coffin with tears in my eyes.
After the burial, everyone gathered in my house. I was feeling like I was the only one standing in a house full of people, yet alone. Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder, when I turned around it was my Aunt Jenna from Newyork. My father’s step sister.
“I am so sorry for your loss Mariana” she said and gave me a warm hug. “I am sorry! My flight got delayed and i missed the funeral. But i am here for you now” Apparently she was the only relative I loved. After the death of my mother, she was the one who my father trusted around me.
When i was talking to her, suddenly there was something that caught my attention. A tall, wheatish ,dark hair , light bearded man entered my house. He grabbed the drink from a waiter as he walked in. He looked towards me and passed a smile, a smirk, and that did not give me a good feeling.