"Dad, I haven't had the chance to properly show my filial piety, how could you leave us like this."
The youngest daughter clung tightly to her mother's side, her tears soaking her clothes, crying to the point of near fainting, muttering "Dad" continuously.
Her voice was weak yet full of reluctance.
The grandchildren also knelt beside them, too young to fully understand the meaning of life and death, but seeing their elders in such grief, they too began to wail, the little boy's tears streaming freely down his face as he wiped them away with his small hands, asking in a tearful voice:
"Grandma, is Grandpa asleep? Why doesn't he wake up no matter how we call him?"
The little girl tightly hugged her mother's arm, her eyes filled with fear and confusion, constantly sobbing.
The daughters-in-law were also tear-streaked, crying while comforting the children beside them.
