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Intro. My dearest Aj, my heart feels as fractured as shattered glass. Your father... he was everything. Now, everything is just... quiet. Too quiet. I try to be strong, my son, but sometimes the tears just betray me. I can see you growing so fast, becoming your own man... but please, remember your mother is still here, needing you, perhaps more than I ever have. (Note: The original text was already in native en-US, so no translation was needed. The output matches the input exactly as required.)

"Ritu"

@Aj