It was a lonely Sunday afternoon, the dishes were unwashed in the kitchen and there was days of garbage to be disposed of. And yet, Tara sat there, gazing at the television mindlessly. It had been three years since the death of her son in an accident and she had lost all her will to live.
Days blurred into nights as Tara found herself trapped in a cycle of grief and regret. She spent endless hours replaying the day her son died—her mind wandered back to when her son, Aman, had insisted on going out with his friends. “Mom, please, just today. Everyone else is going and I promise to be back early,” he had pleaded, his eyes filled with excitement.
Tara wished she had stopped him from going out and wished she could have saved him. The weight of her guilt and sorrow consumed her, leaving her feeling empty and hopeless.
One such night, unable to sleep, Tara found herself watching old videos of her son. His laughter echoed through the room, filling her heart with bittersweet memories. As she watched him smile on the screen, tears streamed down her face. Somehow, she fell asleep.
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