Missing the real story

It was the old-fashioned porch that caught my eye. The rosewood blinds, the wrought-iron latticework, the window panes in primary colours. The house, unlike many others in the locality, looked in good repair- clearly the family hadn’t yet fallen into bad days.

‘Saba Heritage’, I mused. The name sounds Persian, but the locality has been almost entirely Catholic for generations. Why would a well-to-do Islamic family have settled there?

It was only when I looked at the picture at home that I noticed the coffin popped up against the wall. How many other big stories do we end up missing?
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A drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.