February 4, 2016

“Mother sounded the funeral bell. The bell was louder than grandmother’s screaming. We assembled in the living room and looked at grandfather’s body. Everyone was quiet now. Grandfather was a pale white-blue color now. His lips were the same color as the rest of his face and seemed to disappear into his skin. Mother rang the bell again. She announced the cleaning ritual. The funeral guests bowed their heads. Father splashed grandfather with a capful of distilled vinegar. Grandmother screamed.”


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