Something hits you on the back of the head, knocking you out. You fall to the bed.
You're at a graveyard, it looks like it's going to rain.
('When your father died it was like the heavens grieved')
There are people standing around a fresh grave, a funeral. In the front is a woman holding the hand of a little girl. The little girl is you, and this is the thing you can remember before the orpahange, the one that makes you think your father is dead. The woman has your black hair. She has her head turned down and away from the coffin, away from you, crying. The younger you is crying as well, but you're looking at the coffin.
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