In the coffin, the girl looked as if she were simply sleeping: her face calm, her hands folded on her chest. Her mother stood over her, unable to hold back her tears. Her despair erupted in a scream that pierced the room and broke the hearts of everyone present.

— Take me with her! — the woman sobbed. — I can’t live without her! Bury me next to her! I don’t want to breathe this air without my girl!

The father embraced her, trembling with tears. Relatives approached one by one, comforting her, wiping their eyes. The grief was so intense it seemed reality itself might shatter beneath its weight.