The Wake Everyone outside my family seemed to think I was fine but I was definitely not fine. I was only eight years old and I was already being consumed into the dwells of adulthood, stress and death. The worst part was. No one understood how hard it really was to deal with that. Those are the thoughts that were circling around in my head non-stop while I was in the car on my way to the wake of my little brother, K.J. When we got there I was greeted with what seemed a thousand hugs and the only thing I could think of was, I don’t know barely any of these people so why are they here for this? There was only one person there that actually knew me, Mrs. Schiltz. She ran up to me and hugged me tightly wrapping me up in her protective arms. As soon as she had me in her grasp, we both started crying for at least ten minutes. Then she stepped back a bit and …show more content…
I was so happy to know that she cared for me like that. I told her I would read them when I got home and I put the bag in the car. Once I was finished with that we went inside to the quilting table where both of us made a patch. She told me that she was very proud of me for being such a strong little girl and that she wished that a child as young as me would never have to have such a tragedy happen to them. Hearing those words come out of her mouth made me so much happier for that moment. Unfortunately, that moment ended as soon as I went over to the tiny coffin. My mom told me I was aloud to hold him if I wanted so I did. My mom picked him up out of the coffin and set him down ever so gently in my arms. He was so much heavier then I remembered, and his skin was cold as ice. Then I started to sob again. How much I yelled at him when he was alive not to pull my hair all the time. Then, I would’ve traded anything in the world for him to reach up and yank out my whole