January 10th, 2003
Today is my birthday.
I am 6.

Mother died.

It is her funeral.

I don't understand what is going on.

Aunt Heather says mother went to happier place, she will be safe.

Everyone else though, didn't seem happy.

They were all crying.

I watched people put a box in the ground.

Aunt Heather said it is mother's coffin; where mother is sleeping.

If she is sleeping, then why are people putting her in a hole?