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your own mother’s funeral.
Was it your choice? Could you
tell us a little more about it?
I respond that it wasn’t really
my choice but I accepted to
do it and it didn’t pose any
problems, quite the opposite.
There is a small moment of
hesitation; I ask myself if I
should continue. Finally, the
magistrate responds:
- “Quite the opposite”… Could
you clarify what you mean by
that?
I don’t really know what he
wants me to clarify, so I tell
him that it had not been very
complicated and that I had
my heart in it, that I liked
picking the music, finding an
order for the speeches, to do
it in a way that when the day
came, all would go well.
The judge then takes back the
line of questioning, without a
look to the magistrate to her
right.
- And all went well; you would
say that it went well?
I respond that in fact,
everything unfolded nicely,
that I was happy to see that
the sunwas out and there was
a beautiful assembly, happy
to see the speeches were true
to my mom, but it bothered
me slightly to say “my mom”
in front of everyone so I
correct myself—happy to see
that the speeches were true
to my mother, happy that the
ceremony was simple, simple
but true, that it also pleased
my father.
I search for his eyes in the
room but do not find him,
perhaps he went to the
bathroom. I finally see him,
he has changed spots and,
understanding that I am
really worried, he shoots me
a smile and it’s sort of like
an encouragement, also a
thanks, I smile back at him
so that he does not have this
bad appearance, I try to tell
him with my eyes that it will