When I was ten, one of my aunts was terminally ill with cancer. My immediate family moved for a month to be closer to her with my other family members, in what was clearly her last few weeks of life.
One day my mum and other aunts were out all day and me and my cousins were basically alone in one of their houses wondering where everyody was. That evening the adults came back and sat us down. They informed us that the aunt in question had finally passed away that afternoon.
The build up to that announcement, the awkward pressure was almost tangible. My cousin who was a year older than me started hysterically screaming and kicking her legs up and down on the floor with her in-line roller blades on.....But....
I was trying my damn best not to LAGH MY FUCKING BLACK ASS OFF
...The nervous energy was too much, i couldn't help it, i needed some kind of release.....I bit my cheek to try to stop, but i inevitably slipped up
Later on I was sad, but at that particular moment, I coudn't help but laugh so hard it hurt my insides and produced sounds from my body I never thought possible.
That is all.