I didn't cry at a funeral, but I'm not a bad person.

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Many years ago, my family traveled six hours to attend a relative's funeral. I have only seen that relative twice: one was when I was a kid. I hardly remember his face. The second time was at his wake. My family was not close with him. I don't even know if he knew my name. On the day of the funeral, the entire clan paraded. I was at the back of the line, so I could see most of my relatives laughing and pushing each other. They seemed unaffected by the death of our relative. We arrived at a church and a mass was held. The priest called the entire clan and we went in front to have our pictures taken. As the other churchgoers looked at us, my relatives started crying (except the males). I was stunned. Were't they just laughing moments ago? I didn't shed a tear. I hardly know the person. But I do feel sorry for his death. A middle-aged lady looked at my crying relatives and looked sympathetic. When her gaze fell on me, she frowned. I was young back then, but I knew exactly what she was thinking. She thought I was a bad person for not crying. Her stare turned into a glare, and I stared back at her. She shook her head and seemed disturbed for seeing a girl so heartless. I wanted to shout back at her, "I'm not a bad person! Their tears aren't real!" Since that day, I don't easily believe in tears anymore. I learned that just because someone doesn't cry on a funeral doesn't make him a bad person.