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    A Tale of Love and


    Letting Go
    Once upon a time, in a small village, there was a loving mother with a
    little boy, who was seven years old. This boy was so charming and
    delightful that everyone who saw him couldn't help but adore him.
    His mother, of course, loved him more than anything else in the
    world. Tragically, the boy fell ill and, despite all hopes and prayers, he
    passed away, leaving his mother in deep sorrow.

    She was heartbroken and wept day and night, unable to find solace in
    anything. After the boy was laid to rest, something extraordinary
    happened. At night, in the very places where he used to play and
    laugh, his spirit appeared. If his mother cried, he would cry too. But
    when the morning light touched the earth, he would vanish.

    One night, as his mother wept, the boy appeared at the foot of her bed.
    He was dressed in the little white shroud from his coffin, with a
    wreath of flowers around his head. He looked at his mother and said
    softly, "Oh, mother, please stop crying. My shroud won't dry because
    of your tears, and I cannot sleep peacefully in my coffin."

    The mother, filled with both fear and love, realized her tears were
    keeping her beloved son from resting. From that night, she tried not to
    cry, finding strength she didn’t know she had. The next night, the boy
    appeared again, this time holding a tiny light. He smiled gently and
    said, "Look, mother, my shroud is almost dry, and soon I will rest
    peacefully in my grave."

    This gave the mother the courage to let go of her grief, entrusting it to
    the care of the heavens. She learned to carry her sorrow with quiet
    strength, and the little boy didn't visit her again. He finally found
    peace in his little bed beneath the soft earth, and the mother, though
    she always held him in her heart, found peace in her love for him.

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