When I ope,ned the doo,r….

She was a new mother, having given birth just a month before her sudden death.

Despite her struggles, my sister found happiness with her husband, who always cared for her. When she passed, he was lost, alone with their newborn, leaving everyone heartbroken.

Less than a month later, I heard shocking news: neighbors claimed a strange woman was seen in my sister’s house, cooking and caring for the baby as if she lived there. Anger and disappointment filled me towards my brother-in-law. I decided to investigate, planning to confront him if necessary.

Renting a hotel nearby, I went to his house at night. To my horror, I saw the woman looked just like my sister. When I knocked, the woman turned around, revealing it was my brother-in-law wearing my sister’s clothes and a wig.

He explained, “My little boy cries for his mother’s milk. I had to dress like her to soothe him.” Tears streamed down my face; I realized how wrong I had been to doubt him. He was not heartless but struggling with his grief while caring for their child.

I now want to help him more, visiting to assist with cooking and childcare. Life is never easy, but I believe my sister would be proud of her husband’s love and devotion. Such a man is rare, and I want to support him through this tough time.