Each day, a devoted man visited his mother’s grave, choosing to spend his nights there in quiet remembrance.
Though he carried no comforts, he rested beside her tombstone as though it were home. To many, this ritual appeared unusual, prompting whispers and curious glances. Yet for him, it was not a sign of despair but a deep connection with someone he loved dearly.
What seemed morbid to outsiders was, for him, a source of comfort. The cold ground became a place where memories stirred, and sleep brought visions of his mother’s laughter and love. In these moments, he felt her presence deeply—an invisible embrace that soothed his grieving heart and offered him moments of peace amid his sorrow.
