“These boys live with us,” said the boy to the poor mother who had come to her sons’ grave; at his words, the woman was struck with terror 😲😱
Every morning began the same way. The poor mother woke before dawn, held a bouquet of fresh flowers tightly to her chest, and walked down the cold, damp path to the small fenced area where her sons rested. They had left the world far too early — so small, so helpless.
