The Weeping Diana
By Hiba R, Year 8
I’m not sure of what exactly happened that day, but I do know it was something to do with my dear mother, Princess Diana. I remember everyone in black clothes and tear droplets in their eyes. My dear brother, William, was as pale as snow itself, not moving, staring at a large coffin with mother’s picture on it. I remember not being in my senses and acting crazy, by crazy I mean shaking my mother’s coffin, opening it and kissing her on her cheeks. I wasn’t so young so I do remember most of what happened, something like, after I kissed her, her eyes opened and she smiled a long smile, but no one else noticed.