Zachary sat on the tree branch of the old oak that shadowed the funeral home. Usually his emerald green eyes sparkled but today they were red and puffy, his dark black hair was mussed and dirt streaked down his cheek. He didn't care that his suit was ripped. He hated all this, being here with Oscar on display. He couldn't accept Oscar's death. It wasn't fair. Oscar was everything to him. A nine year old boy shouldn't have to lose his father.
"He wasn't your real dad."
Zachary looked down in the direction of the voice. "What are you talking about?" He asked.
Jim, Zachary's 7 year old cousin, looked up at him. "Everybody knows Oscar wasn't your father. Your mom went off somewhere right before she and Oscar were going to get married. Then she came back and you were born just a couple of months later."
"How do you know? You weren't around. You're younger than I am." Zachary said defensively.
"I heard my mom and dad talking about it last night after they thought I was asleep. Have you looked in a mirror lately? You don't even look anything like Oscar."
Zachary thought about this for a moment. Oscar was tall, blond with blue eyes. He had that big husky farmer build. Zachary was the opposite. His dark hair, green eyes, and slight build smaller than all the other nine year old he new was a contrast to the man, he had always thought of his father. Could Jim be right?
"That's cause I take after my mom," Zachary said hesitantly knowing that he didn't share that many characteristics with his mom either.
"Right, whatever you want to think." Jim picked up a stick and innocently pointed it at Zachary. "Hey, wanna play army?"
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