The sky stood tall and high, almost seemed to be in pride but its tears fell on the graveyard of the church, Its sadness, perhaps had stolen the light for a few minutes at least with its dark black clouds.
The sound of the digging felt heavy, perhaps the mud was not falling on the ground but on the heart of a ten year old child .
A lump heavier than the sand of the sea and rigid then a rock settled behind her vocal cords making it impossible for her to utter a single word.
Her hands clenched in tight fists, trying to control the trembling body.
"He was a very good man"
A man's whisper came from afar, jerking her whole body .
Minute after minute, step after step, her father's cuffin was buried deep inside that hole, six feet underground .
Politely with care and yet with abandonment.
As they started closing the hole many started to leave, some waited till it was completed but soon after the ten year old child was the only one standing.
In the dark, cold evening of October, as the sun slowly fades away and the night falls over.
The girl sat down beside her father's grave with eyes dead of tears .
She wanted to cry but her eyes felt dry, she wanted to scream but her throat felt locked,
She wanted to die and lay beside him but she wasn't given the choice to.
"What was she even doing here?
Who is she ?
Where is her mother?
Doesn't she has a guardian?"
If any stranger had seen her they would have thought the following things but on that night, not even a single sould passed by .
The night in it self felt lonely .
Only the ten year old knew what she was doing, alone at night in a graveyard.
"My child, If I die do not leave my side after the burial, Just for that night stay with me ."
She remembered her father's words and his feeling as he had requested this from her .
He looked very lonely and sad that day, the day he had asked this of her .
And as she was a delicate child she remembered her self crying after listening to his request .
He had smiled at her response and patted her head gently and affectionately.
With a smile as heavy as the air and eyes filled with tears he had wiped her tears away while saying ;
"I have heard the first night, specially is very hard for a person "
Another lump started to grow in her throat as she placed her hand on the mud of her father .
Sitting there for many hours without moving an inch, she dearly missed the touch of her father's big and warm hand on her head .
Grabbing hand fulls of his grave's mud she placed it on her head the same way her father used to put his hand on her head and slept in the same feeling she had been savouring since the day she started recognizing her surroundings...