The rain fell steadily that day, as if the sky itself mourned with them. Each drop tapped against the
old corrugated iron roof, blending with the slow, sorrowful sound of funeral trumpets. In the center of the yard, a golden coffin rested on two wooden chairs. Around it sat friends, neighbors, and loved ones — all with bowed heads, their hearts weighed down by grief.
Elena, the young woman inside that coffin, had touched every soul in that yard.
She was only 25.
In just a short time, Elena had become more than a daughter-in-law to the family who welcomed her. She had become the heart of the home — respectful, kind, and always putting others before herself. Mrs. Helen, her mother-in-law, used to say with pride, “Any family would be lucky to have a daughter-in-law like Elena.”
But less than two years after joining their family, the unthinkable happened.