Six days before my wedding, my sister’s husband and eight-year-old kid passed away in a collision.
She urged me to cancel, but I protested, “I cannot give up my day.
We’ve already paid for everything. She was silent.
On the big day, when we were all dancing, my sister arrived amid the crowd, laughing uncontrollably.
Then all of a sudden, we hear a loud bang as all of the lights in the party venue turn off at once, and the music quickly stops.
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