“Your mother is gone. Tears won’t bring her back—so wipe your face, make dinner, and don’t look like a grieving child when my guests arrive.” That was what my husband said.

I’m crying because my heart is broken, sir. I paused to catch my breath. My chest was tight. Everyone was looking at me. The guests who were eating merrily before had now put down their plates. The atmosphere was so quiet you could hear the ticking of the clock. 2 hours ago, just 2 hours, I returned from my mother’s funeral. My own mother passed away yesterday afternoon and she was buried just this afternoon. That confession was like a time bomb that exploded. Instantly, gasps of surprise were heard from several guests. They looked at each other with horrified faces. Some covered their mouths as they realized the cruelty of the situation they were celebrating.