There was nothing she could do, you see, death is infinite.

With a glass of vodka, I left the idea of my mother resting in peace

Death never comes empty-handed; it gives us lessons. It ultimately shows us how to live better and with purpose. It reminds us of what it was like to live in the first place.

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