My parents and I went to the Burke's house to pay our respects. Everyone in the house were weeping and I knew that they must be very upset over the loss of a loved one, Leslie. I realised that I had been living in self denial. I kept on lying to myself that Leslie is not dead so that I did not have to face the harse fact. It was all because I really fear losing a very good friend. It was not until the moment when someone said Leslie was cremated that I found light at the end of the tunnel. I decided not to lie to myself anymore. I have at long last understood and accepted the fact that Leslie is dead and will no longer come back to me. She has been turned to ashes and I can never ever see her again. Feeling grieved, I cried my heart out. My father comforted me and held me in his arms, like how he would hold Joyce Ann. This was very rare for he did not usually shower me with much love and concern. I will never forget Leslie in my entire life for my memories of her are very precious.