We grew up on their soup, their stories, their stubborn patience. They watched us run out the door toward a future they helped build, even as they stayed behind among old photos and fading calendars. They didn’t ask for monuments, only for time: one more coffee together, one more question about “how it was back then,” one more hug that lasts a second longer than usual.
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