Yes, my father. The only person who truly loved me. I wondered why she was making us do this. Leaving his body on the top of building for the vultures and other carrion eaters to devour, I understood. After all, I too am a Parsee and giving his body to the sky is our way.
Christians bury their dead.
Hindus cremate theirs. Zoroastrians give their dead to the sky. Watching them being devoured is however not how it is done. My grandmother was a bizarre woman. For some unknown reason my brain went backward instead of forward.