A Cold Silence of Love
In the still air of a cemetery, two small children stand pressed together before a cold marble stone. Their eyes are swollen, empty with a grief too heavy for their age. They cling to each other, not for warmth, but to survive the moment.

On the grave, their mother’s smiling photo watches silently. She was once their comfort, their safe place. Now she is only memory. Yellow flowers rest at her feet, bright but powerless against the ache of absence.

They cannot cry loudly anymore. The pain has gone quiet. In this frozen moment, their bond is all they have left—two hearts learning too early how to live without the one who gave them life.