After my son died, my friend moved away. What I discovered later devastated me all over again.

Although I missed her, I was glad she was looking for new opportunities.

One day, I decided to visit her unexpectedly.
When she opened the door, she froze, pale, and her hands trembled.

Worried, I went inside and what I saw almost made me faint.

There, in his living room, was a small monument he had created for my son.

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