His Funeral

Warning: another post full of grammatical errors and self-pity.

Yesterday morning was Mr. D's funeral. I had to go to school because my mom didn't let me tag along with her. I did have three exams that day, but I thought the funeral was more important. I keep asking her, but she still refuses. At the end, I did my exams with a mind full of haziness. I already lost two father figures, the first one was my biological dad when I was 7 due to several illnesses. Stupid exams are not what I had in mind. Economy, sociology, art. Didn't matter. My body was in the classroom, but my mind wasn't. It travelled elsewhere, trying to look for something: a location. Where could it be?

Not to mention my bullies were waiting at the school gate both in the morning and after school, with their disgusting snickering faces. They really like to keep this stupid game going, don't they? And that was the last thing I saw before I finally forced myself to walk home. I wonder what they will do if they knew about it. But I don't want them to know, obviously.

Initially I wanted to post this yesterday too. But I was too tired to even lift my finger. I guess I will visit him another day, just by myself. And I know asking for the location, let alone finding it myself, won't be easy. My mom keeps saying that we don't owe him anything, so we don't have to feel sorry for nothing. Even when he's already dead? I don't know what exactly happened between them, so I just keep my mouth shut this time. Still doesn't change the fact that he was a good substitute father for us. So why didn't she allow me to deliver my last regards?

I wanted to be at his funeral so bad. Rest in peace, Mr. Dahlan.