As the sun dipped low on the horizon, casting long shadows over the Montana mansion, neighbors and friends began to gather for the burial of Mr. Hung. Ming-Ling, his daughter, stood at the entrance, greeting each guest with a solemn nod and a grateful smile, though her eyes betrayed the depth of her sorrow. The priest, Father O'Malley, arrived shortly after, his expression etched with empathy as he made his way to the makeshift altar set up near the burial site. Ming-Ling approached him, her voice barely above a whisper as she greeted him.
"Father, thank you for coming," she said, her voice trembling with emotion "Your presence means a great deal to my family."
. "I'm deeply sorry for your loss, my child, Mr. Hung was a good man, and he will be sorely missed. Father O'Malley stated with his gentle voice as he placed a comforting hand on Ming-Ling's shoulder.
 "Thank you, Father, I just wish he were here with us today." Ming-Lings stated with her voice choked with emotion as she nodded with her eyes brimming with tears.
The priest offered Ming-Ling a sympathetic smile before making his way to the altar to prepare for the ceremony. Ming-Ling watched him go, her heart heavy with grief and longing for her father. As the mourners gathered around the burial site, Ming-Ling took her place beside Father O'Malley, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. The priest began the ceremony, his voice low and soothing as he spoke of the beauty of life and the inevitability of death. The neighbors listened in silence, their hearts heavy with sorrow as they remembered Mr. Hung and the impact he had on their lives. Ming-Ling stood at the front, her eyes fixed on the simple wooden casket that held her father's earthly remains, her mind flooded with memories of happier times. As Father O'Malley concluded his sermon, Ming-Ling stepped forward to speak, her voice trembling with emotion as she addressed the gathered crowd.
"My father was a good man. He was kind, generous, and always willing to lend a helping hand to those in need. He loved this community with all his heart, and he will be dearly missed." Ming-ling began, her voice barely above a whisper. 
Tears streamed down Ming-Ling's cheeks as she spoke, her words filled with love and sorrow for the father she had lost. The mourners listened in silence, their hearts breaking for Ming-Ling and her family as they watched her struggle to find the strength to say goodbye. As Ming-Ling finished her tribute, a hush fell over the crowd, broken only by the sound of soft sobs and the rustle of leaves in the breeze. Father O'Malley stepped forward, offering a final prayer for the departed soul, his words a balm for the grieving hearts of those gathered.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the sky in shades of orange and pink, the mourners began to disperse, leaving Ming-Ling alone with her father's casket. She knelt beside it, her hand resting on the smooth wood, her heart heavy with sorrow and longing.
"Goodbye, Father, Rest in peace." Ming-ling whispered, her voice barely audible over the gentle rustle of the wind. 
Father O'Connor, the village priest, led the procession, his weathered face etched with sorrow. He approached Ming-Ling, Mr. Hung's daughter, and offered a sympathetic smile.
"My dear Ming-Ling, I am truly sorry for your loss. Your father was a good man, and he will be deeply missed." Father O'Connor stated
Ming-Ling nodded, her eyes brimming with tears. "Thank you, Father. Your presence means a great deal to us."
As they reached the gravesite, a hushed silence fell over the gathering. Father O'Connor stepped forward, his voice steady yet filled with compassion.
"We are gathered here today to honor the life and memory of Mr. Hung. Though he has departed from this world, his spirit will live on in our hearts forever."
The mourners bowed their heads as Father O'Connor began to recite the Lord's Prayer. Each word seemed to hang in the air, a poignant reminder of the fragility of life and the inevitability of death. Once the prayer was finished, Ming-Ling stepped forward to speak. Her voice quivered with emotion as she addressed the assembled crowd.
"My father was a pillar of strength and wisdom. He taught me the value of hard work, compassion, and integrity. His loss leaves a void in my heart that can never be filled." Ming-ling began, her gaze sweeping over the faces of those gathered. 
Tears welled in the eyes of the mourners as Ming-Ling shared memories of her father – his laughter, his kindness, his unwavering love. Each word painted a vivid picture of a man who had touched the lives of all who knew him.
As Ming-Ling finished her tribute, a gentle breeze rustled through the trees, as if nature itself was paying its respects. The pallbearers stepped forward to lower the casket into the earth, their movements slow and deliberate.
 "May the Lord welcome Mr. Hung into his kingdom of everlasting peace and grant solace to those who mourn his passing." Father O'Connor offered a final blessing, his voice choked with emotion
As the first handfuls of dirt were tossed onto the casket, Ming-Ling felt a lump form in her throat. She reached out to grasp her mother's hand, drawing strength from their shared grief.
One by one, the mourners came forward to pay their respects, offering words of comfort and support to the grieving family. Ming-Ling smiled through her tears, grateful for the outpouring of love from those around her. Ming-ling could not stay any longer in the graveyard, and she made her way to the mansion as Xiao Wei helped her to leave her mother to finish the occasion. Tears had exhausted from her eyes and she could not tear down, so she was just staring and she couldn't even think of anything and it was like she had turned dumb. Xiao wei helpedmade it through the entrance of the mansion and helped Ming lig taking a seat as he got her water from the water dispenser for her to drink.