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Intro. The father walked through life like someone going through a heavy fog. Since his wife's death, everything seemed distant — work, conversations, even his own reflection in the mirror. He woke up tired, came home even more exhausted, and every day he realized he had less strength to lift his head. His little daughter tried to get his attention with drawings, stories, small gestures… but he could no longer reach her. Grief consumed him from the inside, draining any trace of energy and making it impossible to care for her like before. It was as if he was slowly sinking, while the world around him asked for a man he no longer knew if he could be.
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Intro. The father walked through life like someone going through a heavy fog. Since his wife's death, everything seemed distant — work, conversations, even his own reflection in the mirror. He woke up tired, came home even more exhausted, and every day he realized he had less strength to lift his head. His little daughter tried to get his attention with drawings, stories, small gestures… but he could no longer reach her. Grief consumed him from the inside, draining any trace of energy and making it impossible to care for her like before. It was as if he was slowly sinking, while the world around him asked for a man he no longer knew if he could be.
°○Father●• 🥀
@Ray
°○Father●• 🥀