The scene was silent, heavy. I couldn't see the woman's face, but something about her felt familiar, unsettling. The boy spoke in a language I couldn't understand at first, but the words slowly formed in my mind, like a puzzle being solved.
"Mother, why must you leave?" the boy asked, sobbing.
"Don't cry, my heart. When you grow up, we will meet again."
"But here, I'm already all alone... Are you going to abandon me too?"
At those words, a sharp pain pierced my heart, as if I felt the boy's suffering. A sensation of emptiness, of abandonment, like an echo of my own despair.
"Don't say that, Linfer. You are my most precious thing," she said, wiping away his tears with infinite tenderness.
"Then why leave?"
"I have to watch over your brother, darling. But we will be reunited in the future," she replied in a tone almost playful, light.
