There is only one older sister I have. We had been in love since we were young and were very close. Consequently, her death makes my heart hurt now.
After less than a month of motherhood, my sister unexpectedly died without saying farewell to her child.
In the past, despite her difficult life, my sister was content with her modest family. She was married for two years before to becoming a mother. Because of his unwavering love and care for her, my sister and her husband led a very happy life.
For a few days after hearing the news of his wife’s death, my brother-in-law was a complete loser.
It was heartbreaking and depressing for everyone to see him alone with his newborn, who was begging for milk.
Less than a month after my sister’s death, I received shocking news about my brother-in-law’s passing today.
My sister’s neighbours informed me that they observed an odd woman in her home every night. That woman even pretended to be the home’s owner by cooking and playing with the newborn.
That infuriated me, and I felt a great deal of disappointment for my sister’s spouse.
Since this did not occur once but rather repeatedly over several days, the neighbours insisted that they were not mistaken and chose to inform me of it.
I made the decision to learn the truth about this. I wanted to catch my brother-in-law red-handed before I spoke to him honestly.
Given that my sister had died less than a month ago, how could my brother-in-law, who had always been a kind brother, suddenly become a callous man?
If my brother-in-law truly had a new life like that, I reasoned, I would be the one to assume care of my sister’s child. With a father like him, I couldn’t abandon the child.
In order to sneak over to my brother-in-law’s house and witness what was happening at night, I made the decision to hire a motel close by.
At approximately nine o’clock, I walked to my brother-in-law’s house and saw from a distance. My sister’s home did indeed have an odd woman living there. I was so angry and heartbroken that I rushed straight over and knocked on the door to find out who that woman was.
The woman, who resembled my sister, appeared in the back as soon as I opened the door.
That was because “she” had shoulder-length hair like the one my sister was wearing in the kitchen and was dressed in the same dress that she frequently wore. I was momentarily shocked. That person turned around when he heard me. The sight of her face shocked me.
My sister wasn’t involved. The woman wasn’t odd either. My brother-in-law’s face was on it.
Unable to construct a word, I stammered, and my brother-in-law appeared embarrassed. What do you think?
What kind of clothes are you wearing?
Initially looking surprised, my brother-in-law nodded as if he finally understood. What he said:
“My young son was wailing for his mom’s milk.” I had to dress like his mother and wear a wig to make him look like her so he could sleep well.
My cheeks started to well up with tears as soon as he said it, and I started crying for my brother-in-law and my sister’s family. Whether in the past or the present, he was a genuinely good person.
I had the sudden feeling that I was too much to question and think negatively about him. Everyone felt terrible for my sister, who passed away too soon, but my brother-in-law was probably the most pathetic. He was left to care for his son alone because he was still grieving over the loss of his wife.
I wish to assist him further in caring for the infant now. I attempt to visit his house whenever I have free time to assist him with cooking and babysitting.
It’s never easy in life. Despite her passing, I think my sister will always be proud to have had a spouse who loved her so greatly. In this world, finding a man like that is difficult.
