As Antonio curled into the soft blanket beneath the pink flowering tree, with his chortling baby in his lap and his newly pregnant wife resting her head on his shoulder, he knew that everything he’d lost was a tiny fraction, the merest drop of water, compared to the Pacific Ocean of happiness all around him. And as he kissed his wife tenderly on the forehead, he knew broken hearts, mended and made new, were the strongest and most powerful of all.
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