The day of my husband’s funeral was really sad. People whispered kind words to me, and I smelled the dirt from the freshly dug grave. I couldn’t leave, feeling too sad to move. Then, I saw something strange: an old lady holding a tiny baby.
I went up to her, feeling nervous, and asked, “Who are you to my husband?” Her answer shocked me. She said, “I don’t mean anything to him, but this baby is his. He can’t be with his mom anymore. Only you can take care of him. Please!”
I couldn’t believe what she said. It felt like my world was falling apart. My husband had been with another woman and had a baby. I got really mad and told the lady to go away, saying my husband would never do that.
But as I sat in my car, trying to leave, I heard a baby crying. I looked back and saw the baby by my husband’s grave. It hit me then that the old lady was telling the truth.
I hope that’s easier to understand. Let me know if you need anything else!
