Personal Narrative: My Baby Boy's Funeral

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The rest of that meeting was mainly about planning the issues of where our baby boy was going to stay until the funeral, the funeral schedule and what was going to happen during the night before. So basically adult business. Me, being a nosy kid, I sat there staring outside the window while low-key listening to the gossip corner- also known as my lovely aunties- rattle on about “how did this happen?” and basically wanting to learn about stuff that wasn’t really necessary to talk about at that moment. All I remember thinking in that very moment was about how much they were worried about personal business that wasn’t theirs. We lost a member of our family, don’t think about the how’s, why’s and who’s, just appreciate the time we have with him

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