A year to move out. Still not enough time.

Five years to find a job. Still not enough time.

Ten years to get married. Still not enough time.

Fifteen years to have kids. Still not enough time.

Fifty years to get retired. Still not enough time.

A lifetime to get over you. Yet, still not enough time.

“I warned my brother that not everyone liked his practical jokes.” My voice was monotone. I held back every emotion I had. “I told him the first time he said he was planning on doing one in public but he didn’t listen, he never did.”

I gave a small laugh. “I remember when he first started doing pranks on his YouTube channel he wanted to do one on Dad. He wanted to pretend to have crashed his car and I told him not to, that Dad would give him into so much trouble. But he didn’t listen. He just laughed and promised it would be funny.”

I wiped at my eye, swiping away the tear before it could fall. “That’s all he wanted, to make people laugh, to make someone’s day better, even if only for a minute. That was both the best thing about him and the worst.” I could feel my eyes burning with tears.

“Before he did the video he told me his plan. I told him it was stupid and of course, he didn’t listen.” A tear fell from my eye, I didn’t wipe it away. It fell down my cheek and onto the floor. “He was the most kind, stupid and selfless person I’ve ever met. I loved him with my whole heart and I always will. My brother, Harry Michael James.”

I stepped down from the podium and back to my seat to watch the rest of the funeral.

My mummy had let at five o’clock. She is going over to her friends house. Granny is looking after me while she is away.

Cas had texted me at six o’clock. It read, “ Hey Mum, I’m heading home soon. How’s Ellie? And Dax? See you soon.”

Old is over. I like when old is over. She gives me extra treats and puts gravy in my food.

It’s eight o’clock and mummy’s on her way home, she texted granny and said she was on her way. I can’t wait till she comes home. I have a funny joke to tell her that I read in a book, she’ll love it.

It is nine o’clock and Cas texted saying she was leaving an hour ago. I’m worried. She probably just got held up or there’s a traffic jam.

I sat at the door waiting for Master but she’s not here. I’ll wait for her.

I’m really tired now but i don’t want to go to sleep without Mummy. It’s eleven o’clock, I don’t think I’ve ever been up this late. Granny has locked herself in a room on the phone. I’m just sitting with Dax.

Cas wont answer. It’s been five hours. Her phone keeps ringing. I’m scared.

Little is sitting with me just now. She is asleep. Old is still in a room alone. Master is still not home.

I slept for a few hours. It’s now two in the morning. Granny was crying when I saw her. She won’t tell me what’s wrong she just keeps hugging me. I want my Mummy.

A policeman answered her phone. He said they’d found it on the road beside a wreck. That the woman in the car had died before they found her. That my daughter was dead. I want my daughter.

Old and Little are crying. Master isn’t near. I’m confused. They’re ignoring me. I want my master.

It’s five o’clock. Mummy’s dead. Daughters dead. Masters dead. All in twelve hours.