People wept and mourned, as silent sobs, escaped the mouths of the host of the funeral, who stood by the black shiny casket that was being lowered in to the ground, near a silent farm, where even animal were completely silent and in mourning, respecting the beloved one that had gone.
Emilia’s old father, Gary and her mother, Bella stood by the hole in the ground, watching as some men of the house, slowly pulled the casket down on the ground, preparing it to bury it down in the ground.
“Oh! Our lovely daughter, what a gem she was.” Cried the old poor father, whose hair shun silver white, with his old foxy looks, making him stand affirm and tall next to his short wife, who also cried out loud, hugging her husband, with her beautiful streaked black and white hair, tied in a high pony tail.
