"Longing for My Son"

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As I struggle to find the strength to face each day, my son's daily calls are a poignant reminder of the ache within me. I put on a brave face, masking my sorrow with a cheerful tone, but deep down, my heart screams for him.

Every moment, I'm reminded of his absence. Wherever I go, I find myself collecting tokens for him - gifts, toys, letters, and clothes - filling his room with love and longing. He yearns to reunite, but I'm trapped.

The weight of secrecy burdens me; I hide my renewed struggles with illness, fearing he'll worry. Our conversation an hour ago left me raw. A month has passed since I've held him, cut his hair, or shared tender moments. 😭 

In a perfect world, he'd be sleeping safely in his room, preparing for another day of school. Tonight, I cling to that vision.

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