Little Aaron, clutching his father's hand, asked softly, "Daddy, where is mommy?" Christian's heart ached deeply as he felt a pang of guilt and sorrow. Gazing into the sky, he managed a pained smile, trying to find solace in his words.
"Your mommy is up there, in the heavens," he replied, his voice heavy with emotion.
Aaron's younger sister, Angela, chimed in, her eyes wide with curiosity and longing, "Can't we ask her to come down, daddy? I miss her so much."
Christian looked at his innocent children, knowing the truth was too much for them to grasp. "If we pray to God, maybe He'll let her visit us," he offered, nodding helplessly, hoping to ease their hearts.
He thought, if this temporary illusion could bring a flicker of happiness to their young faces, he would continue to编织 it, even if it was a lie. But one day, reality shattered when Aaron, now older, exclaimed, "Daddy, Mommy's running away, catch her!" The weight of that moment froze Christian's world.
