YOU WILL NEVER BE MY GOD, FELIX.
Her soft wails, rising in tandem with my own ragged breaths, were a perfect, heart-wrenching echo.
"Mama… don’t cry," she whimpered, stumbling towards me, her chunky legs moving with urgency. She reached the bed, climbed up with surprising speed, and buried her head against my shoulder, her small body shaking with my own mirrored grief.
The warmth of her head, the soft brush of her hair against my cheek, the fierce, innocent solidarity of her crying, did something unexpected. It didn't stop my tears, but it shifted them. The despair began to mix with a profound, aching love. She didn't understand why I was crying, but she understood that I was, and in her pure, untainted love, she joined me.
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