Oct 27 2024
64Beneath the rubble, the little one held onto his father's fingers tightly, as if saying, "I’m here; don’t leave me." The father could only grip his hand even more, trying to be a support and a protector, even in their final moments.
They remained in this position, united in the silence of death, bound by a connection that neither rubble nor pain could break, as if they wished to tell the world that true love remains unbroken, even in the last moments of farewell.
