After the Death of Her Genius Son, His Wife Knelt Down to Look For the Crematorium

My son was called a genius guitarist.

On the day of the classical instrument competition, he failed to win the first place in the online vote.

My son was in a trance and fell off the stage when he left.

I hurried to help my son, but I saw my wife holding her childhood sweetheart’s son and holding the trophy high.

The planner and director next to me laughed and said, “It’s good to be Mrs. Martin’s son. The championship is easy to come by.”

“Well, who said it’s not? Godfrey plays well, but who can blame him for not having a mother and no background.”