When a child dies, a parent is still tied to
that child. Souls, tied together across
universes. It doesn't matter the age when
they passed. It doesn't matter how long ago
it happened. It doesn't matter -- none of it.
Their souls are forever tied.
That's the love of a parent. That's the love
that is more powerful than death. That's
the heart that breaks and keeps breaking
until their arms are filled again. It knows
no discrimination based off of age, health,
or time, it just is, and it always will be,
Their souls are forever tied, and there's
nothing that can break them.
That's the beauty of unconditional love.
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