Poppy's POVAs I gaze at the tomb of the guy I once adored, silent tears trickle down my cheeks. My mother is sniffling and my younger brother is sobbing."I've already missed Dad," Sunny said as she rested her chin on my left shoulder."Me, too, Sunny," I said, clutching her trembling hands. As she leans against me, she begins to cry."Poor Becketts, they went bankrupt, and now the head of their family is dead," a gossip lady in the back said to a friend."Does that mean we're now higher than them?" her proud companion asked. My ear begins to flare up in annoyance as I hear them. This woman is getting on my nerves, and I want to yell and shoo her away from my father's burial with her companions.They had thick skin and could only focus on their position and our existing family situation. They didn't even give us sympathies, and now they're referring to us as if we didn't exist. An unexpected phone vibration diverts my attention. Mom cries as soon as she sees my father's face on her
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