I See You

        One cold morning, I was young. During that time one of my old old grandma has pass away. At the moment I didn’t know anything but follow my mom and dad everywhere. After the weekend have pass and my dad and his uncle was in a heartbreaking situation, my dad and uncle decided to do my grandma funeral on (Friday + Sunday) that’s coming up.

         Days pass by and the day has comes, and my parent they have been talking to elders and other cousins and aunty that they will have separate jobs at the funeral  ex: chop meat, blowing a bamboo flute, hit the hmong drum, someone collecting the support people bring to the family, cooking for the entire family or members that comes.

       Fridays had come and everything was going fine. When my grandma arrived, my aunty they all put on hmong clothes on her. Friday night has come and there’s was a lot of people  that had came to support.

            (In Hmong Tradition stands up to any hmong person that if someone in the family dies they have the rights to wear hmong clothes to be allow to go to heaven. Every son from that family thats has marry and started a new family have the rights to kill 1 cow to the person that has passed away. The hmong bamboo flute with the drums is hmong tradition instrumental that whenever someone in the family dies they would have to blow the flute and the drum. These 2 instrumental elders said they are a music that tells the dead person how to get to heaven.  )

      Saturday night 12 AM. Cold and freezing, my mom and I was sitting on these brown long chairs that can fit 7 to 8 person. While we were sitting and my tiredness, I saw this weird black spot next to my grandma casket. I rub my eyes and looked again and there wasn’t anything. I looked at where the man in a black suit blowing the flute, and to the man that were hitting the big brown round drum. I glanced to see if I could see my grandpa, and next to my grandpa I saw my grandma standing behind him with the exactly red, white, and black dress my aunt they have put on her to wear.

        I started to get goosebumps and my hair started to pop up like a porcupine. My arm started to sweat like water drips.  

          I looked at my mom and said “mom look grandma not dead she right there, behind grandpa”

       “ What are you talking about. Don’t say that it’s late and you are not allowed to say that at night”

      “ but I’m not lying looked”

   Mom looked and saw nothing. “ What are you talking about, I see no one. Maybe you’re just too tired  and need to go to sleep.”

   I looked back and saw nothing. I stopped staring near anyone near the the casket where my grandma was at.  Later that night I needed to use the restroom and I was scared of what I saw earlier. I ask my brother to take me to go use the bathroom and when we got back inside the church, I looked back at my grandma casket I saw my grandma sitting on top of the casket and was looking straight at me and waving her hand up and down, telling me to go to her.

   I ran like a little jackrabbit to my mom and said “ Mom I want to go home” *started crying*

   “ why, what’s wrong with you”?

   “ I’m scared “

 “ You’re fine, maybe you just want to go that’s why you're being such a baby today.”

 “ Please mom, I’m begging you”

 “ We can’t son we have to sleep here for the day.”

  “ Mom please, I don’t want too.”

  “ Go play and leave me alone”

          When I look back at the casket and saw nothing and that made me calm a bit more that night. I stop thinking of what happened and what I have saw, and went to sleep next to my dad. I had a dream, and it was my grandma and she came to say goodbye and she was crying to me that loves everyone and does not want to leave us.

         I woke up Sunday morning 7 AM, the man in the black suit was still blowing the flute and the other guy was still hitting the drum. 10 AM we have took my grandma to her new home and have left her where she belongs.