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Twelve years old
Sadness engulfed faces. No on would say a word unless completely
necessary. Hesitantly, Renee walked towards the side of the bed.
Everyone made room for her to see. A dingy gray color covered his face.
Never has she seen his skin look so rubbery or fake. Not once had he
looked so ghostly.
"They wanted to come and see him." Renee's grandmother
Sternly, Rose, Renee's aunt replied, "She cannot handle this."
"She's strong, she needed to come here."
Renee began to weep. So many sad faces outlined the walls.
Knowing he would soon pass away haunted their lives, but pierced
Renee's heart like a dagger. She could feel her heart sinking, turning
dark and vacant. The tears dripped, unable to cease. The bond between
her and her favorite uncle was tearing apart, shriveling into shear
nothingness. Jessica, Renee's older sister, clenched onto her hand and
gently squeezed. Everyone knew that Renee was Roger's favorite, and it
killed them to see her so empty.
"Uncle Roger?" She questioned. He did not move, his eyes did not
Again, she attempted to get him to notice. "Hello?"
Nothing. Nothing at all. He could not hear her, he could not see
her. He would never know that she was there with him.
Renee's heart hit the floor and shattered. Everyone could knew it
would happen, but she had to see for herself, she had to say goodbye.
She turned around, looked at her grandmother, and mumbled, "I
need to go, I have to leave."
They began to exit, as Renee turned and looked one last time.
Finally, she whispered, "I love you."