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– I asked you about that grief of yours. In our future life, – the boy asked stubbornly, with a gloomy look on his face.

– I know that there are blackholes among the stars. And it might happen that you… and our son… – Her voice was full of fear, when she finally said it, – will never be able to come back!

The boy laughed with ease as he began to realize what was going on.

– Until you wait for us on Earth, that will never happen! – He said ensure of his words.

– It depends neither on me nor on you. – She shook her head, staring to the fire and trying not to look at the boy’s face in order not to cry again, – my nanna says that one’s fate depends only on God which is to be found in one’s soul.

– What about you?

– Me? It seems that I haven’t found my God yet. I’m not a religious kind, but if I see the crucifix, I cross, – she answered pensively after a moment of silence.

She averted her gaze to meet the boy’s eyes as if she wanted her words to sound eloquently.

– One thing I know for sure. Even before the grief to come, hovering of it is going to break me. And one day no one will be there for you.

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