He took a pause and stared at the small hut ahead in a distance.
An old woman could be seen walking about, fanning a firewood set and slowly burning, cooking whatever was in the pot that was placed on top of it.
An old man got there with a log of wood on his shoulder, hunching his back, which proves that it wasn't easy carrying that heavy wood.
He dropped it and sat on the floor.
The old woman walked closer to him and began massaging his shoulders, smiling and saying something to him.
They knew that they had no choice.
They've cried to the stage that tears don't come anymore. Even when it hurts, they smile and hold on, because if there's a chance that they will meet their grandson again, they want him to meet them in a good mood.
They never lose hope.
Alex's eyes filled with tears, as he continued staring at them.
