Meeting His Family Cost Me More Than I Expected

The first time I visited my boyfriend's house, I came prepared with generous gifts to make a good impression.

What I didn’t expect was to walk straight into a funeral.

As soon as I stepped through the door, Ivan's mother shoved a set of mourning clothes into my arms.

“The old man passed away last night,” she said matter-of-factly. “You’ll kneel here for the next three days to keep vigil. Consider it doing your part as a filial future daughter-in-law.”

Before I could even react, she stuffed a bill into my hand.