After the words he had said, the boys tried to be strong, but, again they walked away and in front of the pulpit they cried begging for strength to face this, I felt the same way.In silence I cried and when we ran out of energy, we looked at each other and I felt it, the connection of father and sons had been formed, there was no way for anyone in the world to deny or doubt that they were my sons, because this calamity, had consolidated the attempts of connection that in the past had been tried to be made.Something good had happened among so much suffering, but, I did not like the way it had happened. It was painful, we were united, but, it was painful to see my children suffer and me not being able to do something to be able to alleviate their pain. "What should we do now?" asks Albert "Show strength to their mother. She suffers a lot, but, she keeps it quiet because she doesn't want you to realize what is happening. But, she didn't want to do that
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