I felt mom's hand holding mine, her fingers were long and felt like they belonged to a spider. She told me I wasn't allowed to look at anything. Not at my sister, or at her. I wasn't allowed to ask why dad wasn't here too. But I wanted to see. I wanted to ask. I wanted to know. I waited until I could slip away and made my way over to the wooden box I was heard my sister was dead inside of. But they lied. My sister wasn't in there. I saw someone but it wasn't her. It was and old grandma or maybe an alien laying there. But my sister was pretty looking this person wasn't. They looked funky and ghoulish. Mom got mad and rushed over to drag me away. She didn't seem like she wanted to but she leaned in and peeked inside the box and started to silently cry. I wanted to ask her why my sister wasn't in the box if that's what we're here for. But it looked like it'd make mom sad.
