This is just a little something I wrote for my english class and thought I should put it up here. I hope you enjoy it!

I watched as the rain fell down the car window. Usually I liked to pretend that the little rain droplets were racing down my window and I would try and guess which one would win; switching my guesses multiple times throughout the race. But this time all I could think about was how the world was crying for me. I watched as we pulled into the cemetery. Instantly I saw the tent that covered my father's so to be grave for the burial. My mother and I got out of the car and headed toward the small group of people crowded underneath the tent, their eyes watching us as we approached. My mother burst into tears halfway up the hill that led to the small tent. Some of the people that had been watching us rushed past me to console my mother, not giving a second thought to me. After all, I wasn't the one crying. I pulled my jacket tighter around myself and trudged slowly through the mud the rest of the way up the small hill that led to the tent. Under the tent were just a few people, My aunt, uncle a couple of my cousins and my family's close friends the Williams. Their son Matthew watched as I walked up to the grave site and unlike my family did not offer condolences for my lost he just stood next to me, which seemed more comforting then the, "I'm sorry for your loss" and, "I know how hard it is for you."

Finally, after what had seemed like an eternity my mother came walking up the little hill, leaning on Mr. Hayne, a friend of my fathers. The tears were still flowing freely from her eyes but she had calmed down quite a bit. She came and stood by me still leaning up against Mr. Hayne. The rest of the people took their places around the grave looking at my mother every once in a while, giving her small smiles of hope. Again, no one bothered at look to me to make sure I was okay. I'll admit it hurt that no one was asking if I was okay or even looking my way to make sure I wasn't about to leap into the grave after my fathers coffin. Just because I wasn't crying hysterically like my mother, who as they lowered the coffin into the ground begin to cry loud sobs again causing people to rush to her and lead her away so she could calm down.

All but the gravediggers, Matthew, and I went after my mother. I merely stood there as the gravediggers filled my fathers grave back up. Matthew standing next to me the entire time, never moving from his position next to me. After a while I noticed his mother beckoning to him from their car.

"Your mother is calling to you." I said.

"Yeah, I know." He replied glancing up at his mother.

"Aren't you going to go."

"Nope." He said taking his hands out of his pockets.

"Oh" I said quietly as I surveyed the graveyard to see if I could find my mother. I couldn't see where they had taken my mother so I let my eyes rest on my fathers newly covered grave. For some reason, looking at the grave this time brought tears to my eyes. It was as if I was just now realizing that my father was gone for good. Tears stated to fall and I reached my hand up to wipe them away. I then felt someone grab my hand and through my tears I saw it was Matthew. He looked at me. He quickly looked away.

But then I heard him say, "Its okay to cry."

And so I did, not the loud hysterical crying like my mother but tears falling uncontrollably, hiccupping occasionally. As we stood there by my fathers grave, the rain seemed to lessen, as did my sobs and suddenly I knew that it was going to be okay. Yes, the next day, week, month, year, and even the rest of my life was going to be hard. But I knew that every thing was going to be alright in the end.