During summer, the sky was already bright, though the sun had not risen at four in the morning.
It had been the eighth day since the passing of Shandie. Henrick was in the backyard burning joss paper for Shandie as he mumbled, “Shandie, I’ve come to burn some joss paper for you. You can rest in peace now. Please guard over our family when you’re up in heaven. Help me earn a big time. Make sure that Arielle and Vinson have a peaceful marriage. As for your mom, I’ll send someone to bring her over for her to pay you her last respect.”
Right then, Alfred came over.
“Mr. Southall, breakfast is ready. The car to the crematorium will be here half an hour later. You should go have some food first.”
“All right.” Henrick nodded before he asked, “Is Mrs. Southall almost here?”
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