Chapter 10 - One Year After We Lost Our Baby, Clara Planted a Tree in Our Garden and Finally Allowed Herself to Imagine a Future AgainWe planted a tree.

A small maple.
Clara placed her hand against the trunk.
“He would've liked this.”
I smiled.
“How do you know?”
“He would've climbed it.”
I laughed.
She laughed too.
It was the first time.
A real laugh.
We stood beneath it.
No guards.
No weapons.
Just us.
That tree became the center of our family garden.
A reminder.
May you like
Not of violence.
Of love.
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