Bab 411: Chapter Four Hundred And Eleven: It Was A Promise

The third point of view:

"From dust, we came and from dust, we would return, no one can question your authority, " The priest began to say his prayer and readings as the rest of the family members stood at the graveside.

Everyone had gathered for this graveside service and were dressed in somber black and dark expression. Even the twins didn't dare to play pranks with the melancholic mood wrapping the environment.