English Golpo

 she, if ever, understand the pain this moment brings me. As I trod up to the stage, I feel evermore increasing eyes on my back. The room becomes quieter and noisier at the same time as sparse conversations give way to pervasive murmurs. 

I take Evelyn in my arms and hold her tight. Despite all that has happened she is the greatest gift I could get. I remember feeling overwhelmed with emotions when I first laid eyes on her, just a few days back. With little Evelyn in my embrace, I lean on the casket where my wife lies and finally break down. “I’ll never forgive you for leaving me alone in the field