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I lost my son in a tragic accident when I was 16. My husband at the time, Sam, remained distant, never showing any emotion. Our family couldn’t cope with the loss, and we divorced. Years later, Sam passed away. A few days after, his current wife came to see me.
I had made a mistake: my son was from a previous relationship, but I never imagined Sam would discover this on his own. His grief and his love coexisted silently for years.
Story 2: A Birthday Out of Sync
All my life, I celebrated my birthday on July 14th. When I requested my birth certificate for a job, I discovered I was born on the 13th.
My mother confessed that she had changed the date because her father had died on July 13th, and she didn’t want to associate my birthday with a day of sadness. I still celebrate on the 14th. It’s her way of separating sorrow from joy. And I appreciate that.
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