The day of my dad’s funeral was meant to be sad, a time to remember him and honour his life. That was not what my stepmother Vivian had planned, though. All four of her older children dressed in white to draw attention to themselves when they got to the funeral.
Vivian said my dad had written her a letter telling her and her kids to dress in white for the funeral. I didn’t believe what she said, though, and my doubts were soon put to rest. Joe, who was my dad’s best friend, stood up to give a speech, but instead he told a shocking truth.
I wrote a letter to Vivian and her kids that showed them to be what they really were. Joe read it. The truth was that they were taking money from my dad’s accounts, and he found out about their lie. It was a harsh attack on Vivian and her kids in the letter, which shocked them.
The room was quiet when Joe was done reading the letter. Vicky and her kids were shocked and embarrassed, and their faces turned pale. The guests began to whisper, and their voices were filled with anger and disgust.
Vivian tried to protect herself, but what she said was mean and desperate. It caught her and her kids off guard, and they didn’t know what to do. They had to leave the funeral with their tails between their legs in the end.
As the door shut behind them, everyone in the room seemed to let out a sigh of relief. As the ceremony went on, we were finally able to enjoy my dad’s life without all the trouble that Vivian and her kids had caused.
In the end, the truth came out because of my dad’s letter, and justice was done. Vivian and her kids were made to feel bad about what they did, and they had to face the repercussions. I could see my dad looking down at us as I looked around the room. He was proud of how we stood up for him and what was right.
