He used to come here to pray.
He asked to be the one to go last.
When she died, he came here to say thank you.
His eyes were full with tears but he knew he was given the chance to protect her till her last breath.
For forty years he had been her shield and now he was still protecting her from all that pain, from the umbearable weight of loneliness. It was his only comfort; only on it he would have found the strenght to stand again.
(The Olive Tree Tales)
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