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It was as simple as I expected. The visitors walked around the coffin one by one, and the luminous algae surrounded the translucent lid of the coffin. Under the dim lighting, Abani's face seemed to be plump again. Her final days were painful, but fortunately - for each of us - they were not too long. I heard crying and it was Laila, the sister who was supposed to become our family this year. But now it looks like the wedding may have to wait until next year. The etiquette of mourning is necessary. The deceased may not care, but the living need to be comforted. I saw my aunts walking around the coffin. I supported my mother. She was dwarfed by grief, huddled, hunched, and weeping. I let the tears slide down my cheeks, but I couldn't spare my hands to wipe them away.
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