One morning, a girl went to the cemetery.
One morning, a girl went to the cemetery. He placed his backpack in front of his mother's grave, sat silently on the cold ground, and, with tears in his eyes, whispered: —Mom… it’s late. It’s time to get up. Today, the teacher wants to talk to you. She says I never do my homework, I always wear dirty clothes, and nobody takes care of me. But that's not the case… Tell him that's not true. Tell him who you are. Tell him that you loved me. Life without you, Mom… It's like a day without sun. And I've been cold inside for a long time. Moral: Words have weight. And when they fall upon a heart that is already broken… They resonate forever… ๐๐๐