Chaper 29. Burial

I shed tears as I read the letter, like raindrops falling from a stormy sky, and instantly I understood that though my uncle had not been present in my life since the death of my adopted father, he had indeed kept his eyes on me and shared in each of my pain and endurance like a guardian angel. 

But it was all good, just as the letter said; dwelling on the wounds of my heart served no purpose. With that realization, I turned off the television, rose from the bed, and addressed Robert with a resolve as steady as the North Star, ready to face the day's challenges head-on.

“You said the burial is today?”

“Yes, ma’am. The late boss emphasized that his burial should not be delayed, so this is why we are burying him this early,” Robert explained.

“Great! I will be taking my bath now and getting dressed for the burial,” I said to him, then he bowed to me before leaving the room like a loyal servant.

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About thirty minutes after he left, I was finished wi