When my wife was gone, the world lost its meaning.
The pain took over everything. The emptiness, the weight of her absence... I no longer wanted to be here.
But then, I looked at her.
Small, fragile, innocent. With eyes that saw me as if I were everything. She needed me.
In that moment, I understood: my life was no longer my own. I made a promise to God and to my wife, but above all, I made a promise to her.
There was no time for mourning, for giving up.
I moved forward, not because I had to, but because she deserved it.
Beloved Daughter, you didn't just save me. You are the reason I still exist.
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