The husband of the woman next door died. After the funeral, the widow shut herself inside the house for most of the day. The only time the widow would leave her home was at the crack of dawn, where she would stand outside and wail loudly in her yard until noon, before quickly retreating into her home.
The neighbors next door politely ignored her crying, trying their best to respect her grieving. However, their seven year old son was perplexed by her behavior.
One day, while waiting for the bus, the boy saw the widow doing her usual wailing. Overcome with curiosity, he walked over to her and tugged on her sleeve.
"Ma'am, why are you sad?"
She looked at him, wiping tears from her eyes. "My dear husband passed away."
"Yes, but why are you always crying this early in the day?"
"I guess I'm just a mourning person."
0 nhận xét:
Đăng nhận xét