My Sister Is the Bride at My Wedding
Everything was withering away—even the stubborn little blades of grass were bent low under the weight of the dew.
My parents pulled themselves together and put on formal clothes. They busied themselves with preparations for my funeral today.
Inside the mourning hall, relatives and friends came one after another to pay their respects, each offering a bouquet.
Even Yoseph, who hadn't shown up for a long time, appeared. However, he was no longer the passionate, high-spirited man he once was. He had lost a lot of weight, dark circles hollowed out his eyes, and the messy hair falling over his forehead partially obscured them.