It began as a very sad day for us all. My family and I had to go to my Uncle David's funeral. He was driving down the road and skidded on some leftover ice for the snowstorm last week and drove off a bridge. The doctor's said that he died on impact and most likely didn't feel a thing. At least he didn't have to suffer.
My Aunt Nia on the other hand did suffer, she was his wife after all. She was so upset that she kept putting off the funeral three times because she couldn't go through with it until today.
Aunt Nia isn't my biological Aunt. Uncle David, from my fathers side of the family, met Nia three years ago, and six months later they were married. Most of my family members, such as my parents, didn't like her too much. Mainly because she was Black. Now parents claim not to be racists, they say it's because it's unnatural for two different races to marry each other. That sounds pretty racist to me.
But I didn't care much if she was black or not. I liked her just the same. She was always very nice to me since the day we first met. She was only 10 years older than me, and three years younger than my uncle. She had long straight hair, she always kept herself in great shape, and she had a nice shapely figure too.
Now even though I felt guilty about it because she was my Uncle's wife, and I kind of considered her a good friend, I always felt attracted to her. Not because she was hot. Ok, that's one reason, it's because she was hot. Other reasons were that we had a lot in common, like books, movies, politics, TV shows, music. If she wasn't my aunt, I'm sure we would've hooked up one of these days.
The funeral went well. There were lots of flowers, good music, plenty of guests from our family and Nia's family. My dad cried a little, but not as much as Nia did.
"Oh, please," My mother said.
"WHat is it?" I asked.
"It's Nia," she said. "She obviously faking those tears. She never really cared about your uncle, she just wanted his money."
"But mom, isn't Nia from a wealthy family. And doesnt' she make more money than Uncle David did."
My mom thought for a minute. "Be quiet, this is a funeral," she said with an angry look.
I knew that would shut her up. How dare she insult that poor Nia like that? She obviously loved my uncle a lot, and she's in great emotional pain right now.
The ceremony ended. We took the body to the graveyard, then we went to Nia's house for the reception. The family members from my side of the family were very eager to leave and get away from her and were making up very phony excuses to do so. Even my parents did that. I wasnted to stay and but they forced me to come back.
At home I was about to go to my room and change, before my mother stopped me.
"Micheal," she said. "I forgot to give Nia this tuna caserol, go send it to her."
"Why can't you do it?" I asked.
"Because..." She began to say. "I'm busy."
"Doing what?"
"I'm... doing very important things. Now go send this to her."
I was just messing with her just now, I enjoyed messing around with my parents like that. I did as she told me to and took the tuna caserol to Nia's place. A lot of good that will do, my mom's caserol tastes like shit. She knows it, that's why she made it for Nia.
It was 10pm when I got to her house. Everyone left the reception already. I rang the doorbell, and waited. Nia opened the door, greeted me with a smile, and asked me to come in. I can that she just took a shower because her hair is wet, and she was wearing a pink bathrobe, and I can tell that she wasn't wearing anything underneath.
