Debt and Repayment

Cindy stood in front of the casket, looking down at her brother. He looked so much like her, and she had never realized it until he was dead. They both had the same nose, the same low brow, the same high cheekbones. The difference was that he was the one who had inherited the darker skin, hair, and eyes of their father. So much familiarity there, and yet it was the face of someone she knew nothing about.

Cindy felt Natalie tugging on her hand. She looked down and her daughter wrapped her bony arms around her waist in a hug. Cindy gave her a little squeeze.

A man approached the coffin next to Cindy. He was the opposite of her dark-toned brother. His hair was blonde enough to be almost white; his skin was fair and pale like her own; his eyes were a piercing ice blue. Every feature seemed delicate. He looks somber. Heartbroken. Cindy thought he must have known her brother much better than she ever did.