Gathering around to talk about the good things the Messenger did, all the people were nothing to his daughter. He was her hero. She was told he committed suicide. Not believing that, she vowed to get to the bottom of his death.
It was almost as if she wanted her ears covered. Her father was not the kind of man that would take his own life. She thought about the happy man. The man who would hold her when she cut her knee. The one who told her that her mother leaving had nothing to do with her. The man who encouraged a relationship with her mother, when the woman came back into their lives.
He was a good man. And happy, nothing could make him so depressed that he would shove a laser into his chest. She looked at everybody, the coffin and the flowers. Nothing was bringing him back, but she would avenge his death, once she found out the truth.