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    Mother always said cryptic things about the night being dark and to be wary of its terrors. These words haunted the narrator after Mother's death. Mother died the previous fall and was buried in a small family ceremony with just the narrator and their sister, as their father did not attend. The undertaker commented on how few people came and how most kids today do not care for their parents. As the narrator and sister left in tears in the pouring rain, the narrator recalled something ominous their depressed mother once said about making it rain on the day of her burial as a sign she would always be with them.

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    Mother always said cryptic things about the night being dark and to be wary of its terrors. These words haunted the narrator after Mother's death. Mother died the previous fall and was buried in a small family ceremony with just the narrator and their sister, as their father did not attend. The undertaker commented on how few people came and how most kids today do not care for their parents. As the narrator and sister left in tears in the pouring rain, the narrator recalled something ominous their depressed mother once said about making it rain on the day of her burial as a sign she would always be with them.

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    Mother always said cryptic things about the night being dark and to be wary of its terrors. These words haunted the narrator after Mother's death. Mother died the previous fall and was buried in a small family ceremony with just the narrator and their sister, as their father did not attend. The undertaker commented on how few people came and how most kids today do not care for their parents. As the narrator and sister left in tears in the pouring rain, the narrator recalled something ominous their depressed mother once said about making it rain on the day of her burial as a sign she would always be with them.

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    Chapter I.

    MOTHER’S FUNERAL

    Mother always said, “the night is dark, be weary of its


    terrors”. Ever since she uttered those last words of hers, I’ve
    spent many sleepless nights contemplating. “What does it mean?
    Why did she say that?”, I would repeat to myself at night, ‘till I’d
    dry my brain to sleep, a dreamless one.

    She died last fall, you see. We buried her in the family plot,
    at the local graveyard. It was just me and my sister. Our father,
    her ex-husband wasn’t even there. Damn bastard, couldn’t even
    fulfill his ex-wife’s dying wish. The idiot was probably too busy
    fucking that whore he left us for. Aside from us nobody else really
    showed up, and the ceremony was brief, just as she foretold and
    wanted. “Shows us just how insignificant we truly are. Your so
    called ‘Loved Ones’ don’t really give a damn once you’re no
    longer of use to them. Though its good you kids decided to give
    your mom a proper farewell, most kids your age don’t really give
    a rat’s ass about their parents anymore.”, the undertaker
    ejaculated in a soft-toned voice.

    We left the cemetery, I held my sister as she burst into


    tears, and right on call the rain poured onto the grim setting. It felt
    like somewhat of a sign, as a moment of remembrance thrusted
    upon me. I vaguely remember something my depressed mother
    once told me, “The day you bury me, I’ll make it rain. You’ll know
    that I will always be with you.” as she went on another one of her
    many suicide attempts. And after I remembered that event, a chill
    went down from the back of my head all the way done my spine.

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