"Are you going back to work tomorrow already?" Hannah asked surprised. Hannah thought the world had stopped turning when her dad died. How could their lives ever go on?
Her mum said, "I don't have much choice. We need the money."
Hannah supposed this meant she would be going right back to school as well, although it just did not feel right, carrying on as if her dad had not just died.
After her mum closed her bedroom door, Hannah went to her room and threw herself down onto her bed. She buried her face in her pillow to smother her anger, which she felt building up in her chest, pushing aside the sadness. Hannah kept thinking if she prayed hard enough she will see her dad come walking up the rutted pathway, a brilliant smile on his lips when he sees her waiting for him, but she knew that nothing will bring him back. She wondered why she was even born if the one person who really loved her was taken away from her. She decided she will never pray again, make a wish, or even go to church, ever again. Where was this person or entity who was supposed to look over her, to make sure she was happy, who decided what happened to her in between being born and dying. This entity did not care about her in the least bit and she did not care anymore either.