As the philosophical phrase says, “Death is inevitable,” and now I find myself thinking deeply about it. On the morning of March 8, 2026, my father passed away. It was a Sunday morning, around six or seven, and it was filled with overwhelming emotions for me and my family. At that moment, it was raining, as if the sky itself was mourning with us. The pain was indescribable—an agony I had never felt before. Meanwhile, we had to face the difficult…
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