DRAGOȘ
My father and I watched as my mother’s coffin was lowered to her resting ground. The priest gave his final blessing to our departed loved one, giving us the assurance that she was now happy in the arms of our Creator. And yet, deep inside, I seethed.
It wasn’t your time to go. Grigore will pay, Mami! I swear it to you! This was in the deepest recesses of my heart. My mind, heart, and soul were filled with all the grudge the world could ever have—this grudge against Grigore. That most hateful vampire that I’d kill with my own hands someday!
We were in my father’s car after the funeral, and he faced me with his most serious face. My father had average height, with a well-built body, tanned skin, and not-so-handsome face. He had a snub nose, thick eyebrows, and light blue-grey eyes.
