I stumbled into the hospital emergency room. Before I could even ask, I saw nurses pushing a body covered with a white sheet out of the operating room.
"Is Sarah Ziegler's family still not here?"
"Unbelievable. Her daughter didn't even show up before she died."
Two nurses were talking amongst themselves, their words easily piercing my heart.
I rushed over and lifted the white cloth. My mother's delicate face in the past was full of scars, while her body was covered in wounds of every size.
For ten years, I had resented her because of Silas.
I had even viciously wished for the whole family to die together, but now that she was truly dead in front of me, all I felt was heartache.
Since there were no more relatives left at home, there was no need to hold a funeral.
I stayed by my father's bedside for a while, telling him about my mother and myself.
I talked intermittently until the early morning. Before leaving, I looked at my father, who had been motionless for ten years and said with a crying voice.
"Dad, I'm tired."
The next morning, my mother was cremated. Then, I put the urn into a box and took it home.
Along with it, I also brought back the divorce agreement I had asked someone to draft.