she bit her lip and stared at the candlelight dancing in front of her , those flames providing just enough light to illuminate the many smiling faces that now stared back at herthe faces of her many nephews , eyeing her weirdly , not understanding why their aunt would be fabricating mass saltwater production down her cheeks ; her cousins and their husbands , holding each others hands , eyeing her with mixed feelings of sadness because they seemed to know what she was going through , since they were of similar age ; and then her mother and father , hugging each other at their ripe old age , looking at her worriedly .