The story takes place in a peaceful town, which is where I have lived for many years. I am the eldest son in my family, and my father is a well-respected resident of this town. News of his death spread throughout the town, and people came to send their condolences and condolences.
However, there was one important family member who didn't show up at the funeral, and that was my aunt. She lives on the other side of town and doesn't keep in touch with us very often, but in times like these, I want my family to be able to stay together.
I called her and told her that her father had passed away and that I wanted her to come to the funeral.
I was shocked and saddened by her answer: "I have no etiquette with your family, and there is no need to attend the funeral." ”
This sentence was like a handful of cold water poured on my heart. I don't understand why she has such an attitude. Although his father was not wealthy, he was a hardworking and kind man who had always helped and supported people in the town. His death is a family grief and a loss for the entire town.
On the day of the funeral, friends and relatives came to mourn, but the vacancy of my aunt made me feel extremely lonely. After the funeral, I decided to go to her in person, hoping to understand her thoughts.
I came to her house and knocked on her door. The moment she opened the door, I saw that her eyes were red and swollen, and she had obviously cried. She motioned for me to come into the house and sit down, and then began to tell her story.
It turned out that my aunt was a maid when my father was young, taking care of my grandparents. However, she has been marginalized and undervalued in her family. When my father embarked on a successful career path, the status of the family changed. My aunt was ridiculed and even excluded from family gatherings because of her low social status.
She told me that she had been complaining about the unfair treatment, but had not received understanding and support from her family. After her father's death, she felt the need to attend another funeral for a family she didn't think was welcome to her.
After listening to her story, I felt a great deal of pain in my heart. I understood her pain and loneliness, and why she refused to attend the funeral.
In that moment, I realized that families need more love and communication, and that no one of them should feel marginalized.
My aunt and I hugged each other affectionately, expressing understanding and guilt. I apologized to her and told her what I really loved. We decided to go home together for my father's funeral and to mourn his loss.
After the funeral, the atmosphere of the family changed. We began to understand each other better and respect the feelings of each family member. Although my father has left us, his departure has made us understand the preciousness of family and the preciousness of family affection. This experience became a lesson for our family and made us cherish our connection and love for each other even more.