By MyselfX-x-X-x-X-x-X-x-X-x-X-x-X-x-X-x-X-x-X"Mom... Dad..." a 7-year old boy stared at the dead bodies of his parents confined inside a coffin. Tears came out of its hiding place, falling down on the glass that serves as a boundary between the boy and his dead mother.A hand suddenly rested itself on the boy's left shoulder. The youngster, in turn, faced his uncle with swollen blue eyes. "The funeral starts today." the man said solemnly while patting the boy's head. "Too bad no one came. Only us, your relatives."The boy bowed his head. Silence took over for a few minutes, no one bothered breaking the deafening peace. His heart filled with sorrow and loneliness that no other human being can change into the opposite. "I... I should prepare myself now..." the youngster excused himself and went in his room, more tears spilling from his puffy eyes. He didn't bother crying when he sat down on his bed. "Mom... Dad... I hope you both are happy..." he murmured, choking back a few sobs.