63: Yvette

Two days ago Dad was laughing with me when we watched his favorite show, and Mom was yelling at me for being touchy-touchy with her husband.

But today, I've lost both of them.

Standing at a corner of the hall, I don't know what to feel as I watch my nieces talk to their mother; Dani with her twins while Zoe with her one year old. Emily at the other corner is being hugged by her husband as Serena talks to some of the guests.

I can't accept the fact that we lost Dad for a bacterial infection. He was absolutely fine when I left that morning, but it only took 11 hours for sepsis to happen and he left us just like that. I didn't even get to see him before his last breath.

And Mom, she took her own life a few hours later when all of us were mourning over the loss. She cut herself when nobody was looking, only to find her in her pool of blood lying unconsciously in the janitor's closet. If it wasn't for the janitor, we would never know where she was.

I can feel my tears welling in my ey