It was the end of the funeral.
Suddenly I noticed one woman who lagged behind the other relatives. She was standing by the grave and tears were streaming down her face.
I knew she could not have been a sister of the deceased and therefore I was surprised by her copious tears. I hesitantly approached her. “Can I help you?” I awkwardly asked. “Was this your good friend?”
“It’s too late now; too late.”
“What do you mean?”
The woman looked up at me. Then she haltingly told me the following:
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