I was attending a funeral where everyone was in tears.
The widower sat next to me and tearfully asked me,
“When are you going to get married?”
“This is not the right time, auntie.”
“You’re like a daughter to me.
I want you to make me happy.
It would make me feel better.
Listen, I know you won’t like this,
But I sent him your picture and he wants to marry you.
He doesn’t want anyone else.”
“Why would he want to marry me when he doesn’t even know me?”
She hugged me and continued crying.