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The broken bond

The broken bond

Kc Reuben

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Chapter 1 The funeral

The gray sky hung low over the small town cemetery, casting a gloomy pallor over the mourners gathered to bid farewell to Sarah's father. The air was thick with the scent of freshly dug earth, and the only sound was the soft rustle of leaves as a light breeze swept through the trees.

Sarah stood with her mother, Linda, and her siblings, feeling numb as they lowered the coffin into the ground. Linda's eyes were fixed on the casket, her face a mask of stoicism, as if she was determined not to show any emotion. Sarah couldn't help but feel a pang of anger at her mother's indifference. Didn't she feel anything? Didn't she care that her husband was gone?

As the service drew to a close, Linda stepped forward to thank everyone for coming. Sarah watched her mother with a mix of resentment and pity. Linda was always in control, always telling everyone what to do. Even now, she was determined to handle all the arrangements herself, as if it was her duty to take care of everything.

Sarah felt invisible, as if her grief was not important. She glanced over at her husband, who was holding their youngest child, and tried to push back the sense of isolation that was creeping over her. She knew that she needed to be strong for her family, but it was hard when she felt so alone.

As the mourners began to drift away, Sarah stayed behind, watching as the gravediggers filled in the hole. She felt a sudden urge to scream, to rage against the injustice of it all. Why did her father have to die? Why did Linda have to be so cold? Why did she feel so lost?

Eventually, Sarah turned to leave, her heart heavy with sorrow and anger. She knew that the road ahead was going to be long and difficult, but she was determined to find a way through. She would not let her family's dysfunction define her. She would not let her mother's control consume her. She would find a way to heal, to grow, to be free.

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