Ma's funeral was two weeks after she died.

I was hiding in my room when Mom knocked and came in.

"It's tomorrow, baby," she said, wrapping the arm that has wrapped around me everyday since my first birth around me. "Patte would want you to come."

I shook my head. "Ma would want me to stay."

"Honey-"

I almost screamed. "Everything happens for a reason, right? What's the reason for Ma's death? Because if you think that this was meant to be, then I call a major Bull Crap on it!"

I stormed out of my room and into the kitchen. Amanda didn't follow me

She knew I was right.