The day of the funeral was meant to be solemn, a time for mourning and closure. The village had gathered in numbers, the air heavy with grief and the smell of fresh earth.
Family members, neighbors, and friends wore muted colors, some with tears silently streaming down their faces.
I expected sorrow and respect not chaos.
As the coffin was lowered into the grave, all eyes turned to the widow. She was meant to throw the first handful of soil, a symbolic gesture of farewell. …CONTINUE READING
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