The Dog Who Refused to Say Goodbye
The mother couldn’t sleep anymore.
At first, she told herself it was just a phase. One sleepless night, maybe two. A normal worry for a mother whose child was hovering between life and death. But the days passed. Then the nights. And sleep didn’t return.
Sitting at her son’s bedside, she held his small hand in hers, as if that simple touch could still anchor him to this world. His skin was warm, but still. Too still. She watched for the slightest movement, the slightest sign. Sometimes, she held her breath, fearing that the silence would become permanent.
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