I slammed my fist into the walls that belonged to the hospital, the operation had gone wrong.

My.....

Daughter.......

She.....

Was......

Pronounced dead.

I let my emotions get the best of me, I looked to the glass vase and slammed it to the floor.

I can't believe I just lost my daughter, my everything...

I finally calmed down and sank to the host Paul floor, "Sir We're so sorry-" one of the doctors began to say, but I was having none of it.

I looked up and bore my eyes into hers.

"BULLSHIT, THE DAMN OPERATION WOULDN'T HAVE GONE WRONG IF YOU HAD BETTER NURSES AND DOCTORS." I screamed.

"Sir please calm down" the female doctor says, "Calm down!? My daughter is dead BECAUSE OF YOU, I SHOULD SUE THIS DAMN HOSPTIAL" I seethed as I got up from the floor.

A few days later.

It was raining the typical funereal days...

My daughter was changed into a white silk dress while laying peacefully on the coffin, I sucked in all the tears that wanted to spill, I couldn't believe it, it was happening.

My baby girl... my... my blood is dead.

Just gone, gone like that.

I had taken a last glance at my daughter before they closed the coffin and soon we were moved to the gravesite.

my mom was pouring her eyes out, and I Well was trying to adjust to the hole that is now presented in my heart, I watched as the coffin began to lower into the ground.

Then I knew that, she is really gone.

gone like that, the people began to leave and I let go of my umbrella as I stared at the gravestone, It read; "Eliana Roselyn Smith, in loving memories of being a joyful daughter, granddaughter, and best friend."

i felt a tear slipping down my cheek as I began to cry.

HAHAHAH HOW WAS THAT?

did you expect that?