My eyes felt sore, but I bit my lower lip tightly to prevent the tears from falling.
My sister- in-law looked at me with worry in her eyes.
“If you feel uncomfortable, just cry, don't hold it in.”
I did not answer my sister-in-law, but just looked at the old man who was getting ready to get in the car to go to the cemetery.
“Grandpa, the children will not be buried in the Howell Family tomb. I want to change the surnames of the two children. They are not the children of the Howell Family, but my children, Diana Jospeh.”
The old man looked at me deeply, then spoke angrily, “Where is that rebellious son? Where on a day like today could he be?”
My sister-in-law shrank back, looked at me and spoke in a low voice, “His phone is turned off and I can’t get in touch with him.”
The old man closed his eyes tightly and when he opened them and looked at me again, his eyes had become clear.
“They are the ones you gave birth to after risking your life, so just do as you say.”
I knelt before the old man, bowing three times in solemn respect.
The weight of a parent's grace was immeasurable, but it was not a burden my children should bear. I would not let them endure any grievances, even in death.