Franyka Frederick

The Truth

The room moved in a blur as people moved around. Lisa stood in the corner of the room in deep observation, watching all the vague acquaintances walk around and play the sympathy game. It was the funeral of her father yet, Lisa felt nothing. Lisa always thought the actions of crying people at a funeral were overrated. She knew more than half of them in attendance did not even care about her dad's passing. When he was alive, her father was a strict and calloused man. He was the type to never share his feelings, always demanded perfection and believed he was always right.