The funeral procession had just ended and we'd all returned home with damp eyes, empty hearts and exhaustion taking over. Dad and Sal proceeded to start on lunch but I stayed seated at the doorway, unable to go in. It was a beautiful day, with sunlight streaking in, but not even the warmth could undo the numbness. So I stayed out for hours, thinking how everything was perfect just a week ago. It was nighttime when dad called me in but I couldn't move, I couldn't step in the house, because it would still smell like her.