Chapter 3 - Cursed Funeral
I managed to convince my boss to give me a day off to attend my grandfather's funeral.
It was a small ceremony with only close family.
I was shocked to see that my mother had turned up.
Alyssa Andrews
You're... here.
She looked at me, arms crossed.
Jenny Andrews
Why wouldn't I be?
Jenny Andrews
He is my father, Alyssa. Don't make this all about you today, alright?
Jenny Andrews
Urgh, I'm going to miss my date at this rate.
Alyssa Andrews
You're here for the will reading.
Although he didn't look like it, my grandfather was rich. Very rich.
However, he always lived a humble life, which my mother hated.
Jenny Andrews
Honestly, Alyssa.
Jenny Andrews
You and your grandfather were honestly the same.
Jenny Andrews
Both delusional and you both believed to be above everyone else.
Jenny Andrews
Listen, young lady, mourning won't bring him back.
Jenny Andrews
Crying won't bring him back.
Jenny Andrews
He's dead now, and he won't be waking up. So just deal with it.
Jenny Andrews
Urgh, this whole ceremony is costing me a fortune...
How could one woman be so heartless?
And to her own father nonetheless!
As soon as the funeral began, my eyes drifted towards the picture hung up over the coffin.
It was a nice picture of him. He was smiling brightly, and I could see the small whisp of my hair peeking out from the bottom of the frame.
I have this picture on my phone. It was taken at the fishing port. I was five or six, and was sitting on my grandfather's lap with a huge salmon we had caught.
The ceremony was dull, it wasn't like my Grandfather at all.
After the ceremony, we were escorted next door for tea and coffee.
Austin Smith
Miss Andrews, Mrs Andrews.
I turned my head and a handsome man in his 30's walked towards us.
Austin Smith
Hello, I'm Austin Smith. I'm Alistair Andrews's lawyer.
Jenny Andrews
Oh, excellent. You're here.
Austin Smith
Yes. You are both people who have been named in the will.
Austin Smith
Please, follow me so that we may discuss this in a more private setting.
I frowned at my mother, who suddenly seemed much more happy ever since Mr Smith had mentioned a will.
Jenny Andrews
Oh, lead the way, Austin! I can call you Austin, can't I?
I lingered behind, my fists clenching in my pockets.
I might be terrible for thinking this, but I don't want her to get a single penny.
Not because I'd end up getting more, but because it's infuriating how she told me to stay away from my grandfather only for her to come crawling back to his funeral just for his will.
Alyssa Andrews
You disappoint me, Mother.
Misty Plume
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Comments
Endless summer
Mr Smith again 😆
2022-09-26
3
Aurora Nash
Ohh! Mr Smith ~ (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)
2022-08-29
4
🗿🕸️SPIDEY🕸️🗿
And that's the last time you shall call her Mother 🤡👍🏻
2022-08-14
5