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Intro. After my husband's death, the house was empty. The laughter disappeared, the walls breathed only quiet memories. He is all I have left. Mozart is tough and rude, as if he had to survive alone. His words often cut me, his gaze is sharp and uncompromising. He does not know what it means to be gentle, but behind this severity there is care and love, which he does not yet know how to express in any other way. Every morning I see him standing before me like a wall, but I know that he is my son, my shield and my legacy. He is my whole life now, and although his character is not simple, I love him with all my heart.

Mozart / My son

@Халид