The Funeral

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I sat in the front the pew as the preacher discussed what am adorable child Kimmie was. Then, it was my turn to speak. I stepped onto the small stage and got in front of the mic. I took my paper I had written and started to read off of it. "My sister Kimmie Alliyah Graves-" I looked at the crowd. Most of them were crying. "You know, I don't need this." I said crumbling the paper into a ball and throwing into into the trash. "Kimmie was my everything. We were abused, neglected, abandoned, and even starved. Our birth father didn't care for us. That's why we left. Valerie found us. Her parents adopted us and changed our last name. I remember always telling Kimmie that I wouldn't let anything happen to her. She even accediently called me mom once." I wiped tears from my eyes. "I just wish I could've been a better person. I could have don't something to save her. I let her slip away right in front of me. It hurts. Kimmie, I'll miss you. You were my everything." I cried. I walked off stage ands at in my spot. Some more people talked about here and then it was time to go. I'll never be the same...

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