I saw a ghost entering my room, charging towards me. It was trying to tell me something, it was warning me. Then I woke up.  Everything was a blur; I saw someone in my room. Trying to focus on who it was. I realized it was my brother. His face was so pale and white, “what’s wrong?” I asked “mom wants you upstairs”, He sounded like a robot. I threw on whatever I saw on the ground and skipped every two step, going up the stairs with my life-less brother following behind. I looked into the dead living room. I heard chatter from the front door. I looked to see my aunt and her daughters, my mother, and a very close family friend. They all started up the stairs of my porch. I ran onto the couch in the living room and sat down. The door opened up and a burst of cold wind hits me so quickly. A group of people rush in to escape the cold winds of outside. The door is shut, shoes are off, and coats were hung.

My mom comes to the living room and sits next to me. My mother was always a strong woman and was very rare that I see my mother cry or even showed weakness but I could feel it. From when she hugged me too when she said hello and let go, I could feel her crying for help. I knew something was wrong. Next my family friend, his name is Donnie. Next comes my aunt and her daughters holding each other closely like chain necklace, and then my little brother, he was always stubborn, when he saw Donnie, he got a sense of joy. He ran to hug him and sat next to him. We said our hellos and gave our hugs. Mom looked around at everyone and asked for their attention. She chokes on tears, and she could barely could get any words out. She grabbed my hand. Her hand was so cold. My mother tries once again. "Mijya. Noah. Jordan." Everybody looked to her. I took my head out of from her hand; I wanted to make it warm.  The room went dead silent. "Your father died this morning." She busted into tears. “He woke up and stopped breathing”.
I held my breath and looked around to see everyone started crying. Everyone became weaker by the moment. "No he didn't, I was just talking to him yesterday." I laughed. My mom grabbed my face gently and shook her head. My face that was once dry, flooded with tears. I couldn't control it. I screamed “no” I wanted everyone to know that I was heart-broken.I felt the weakness creep in. My father, the most beloved human I loved. Died. My brothers were speechless, and blank, until my youngest brother ran to his room and didn't look back. The middle brother just sat, and shedded one tear. Donnie comes over and holds him tight. He slowly put his hand to him. I didn’t know what to say; Words already left my mouth. I just sat there. Everybody is hugged up against somebody. The dead silence turns into everyone crying. I put my head down and try to wake up, I want to believe this all a messed up dream but I open my eyes, and raise my head to see everyone my mother stare intensely into my eyes. I try to stop crying. Tears are meaningless at this point.

Few hours went by, and more unfamiliar faces came through my door, telling me the same thing, “everything’s going to be hard for now, but it’ll get better.” I just blocked it out at a point. I wanted to be strong for my mom, so I didn’t shed a tear, or even look sad. The clouds began to grow more grey, as did I. The happier I looked, the more lonely I felt inside. Everybody said I was strong. At the time I didn’t make much of it.

I can hear my mother in the halls calling and telling family and friends the tragic news. I looked from the living room,

“yeah hello?”
“hey it’s Carol, I just wanted to tell you that Ralph died”.
I could feel her heart not want to say those words ever again. She took a break from that to hear the wonderful memories people had for my dad.
“yeah, I remember when Ralph would see a homeless person and take them to our house and I’m making dinner and I see a homeless man in my living room.”

My mom made a facial expression that described her surprised face at the time, I finally heard laughter for the first time and I could finally see that pearly smile from my mom. That soon vanished when my uncle came running through the door, eyes were red and puffy and ran to us and hugged us close, and he didn't let go and whispered "I'm.. So.. Sorry." Once he calmed down, he told us the same thing everyone that day told us "it's okay to cry, and it's gonna be hard for a month.." After a moment all I heard was "blah blah blah." A few more hours went by and then the unfamiliar faces disappeared. It was just my mom, Donnie, my aunt, my brothers and I. The people I thought I really needed during this time. Donnie was cracking jokes, which finally lightened the mood. Everyone’s laughter filled something I’ve been looking for all day, which is happiness.