So much work had gone into this day and it ended up looking like a scene from a movie. The forecast read rain, leaving the sky grey and threatening to weap in the loss of a good woman. Dressed in robes of black, a mass of people attended to show their love and their grief for Miriam Lucinda. Cancer. A disease that can creep up without notice and attack swiftly. Part of the reason everyone was sad, was that they knew what was going to happen next. Miriam’s oldest daughter, Latrice, was going to be married off now.<br/><br/>Standing there in a black dress that went to her knees, said oldest daughter stood there, letting everyone else leave around her. In droves sniffling attendee’s left, giving space for a man to walk up and place a white rose on the casket of her mother. Tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear and the frame of her glasses, she looked up to notice two coins placed on the casket as well. Brushing a tanned hand under her eye, she glanced over to the older man next to her. “Two coins for the ferry. How fitting.” She replied as she chuckled lightly. Latrice’s mom was rather big on mythology, playing a huge part in their upbringing as children. So when this stranger placed two coins on her mother’s grave, the eldest daughter thought it was a sign that things would be okay.<br/><br/>Turning to face him, she wiped under her eyes again as she noticed her sister being escorted to the car by her boyfriend. Latrice cleared her throat and looked up to the man with her dark eyes. “So how did you know my mother?”