2. Year: 2005
I woke up to sunlight. I covered my eyes and slipped out of bed.
"Travis, hurry up and get ready. The funeral is at 5." My mom said to me as soon as I stepped into the kitchen. She was fixing her earrings.
"I don't want to go." I growled and opened the fridge.
"Hm... that sounds awfully familiar." She said and looked at me.
"What?" I asked.
"Well, I didn't want to be a single mother, but look where we are." She said.
"Are you saying you wish I didn't come along?" I asked.
"No. I'm saying that you might just like this trip. You'll meet new people. There's a park down the road from the funeral home. We can stop by there afterwards." Mom said.
"I can already picture it." I sighed.
"What?" Mom asked.
"'My grandpa died, but at least I get to stop by the park. This makes everything okay! Who wants to play?' Is that what you'd want me to say?" I asked.
"We leave in an hour." Mom said and went to her room.