A very special woman married a man who was slower than she was. She was calm, intelligent, a good friend, and much loved. They had a son, and almost from the moment he was born, she began to educate him. Gradually, the child became like a prodigy; he participated in church and always had a reflective comment about the Bible that astonished everyone. The mother received all the praise.
The father was also a hardworking and dedicated man, responsible at home and extremely careful with the house and car. They appeared to be an ideal couple. He was often underestimated because of his rough thoughts and lack of understanding for improvement, yet he was always there to help anyone—mechanical assistance, taking someone to the doctor, driving you wherever you needed to go. If you asked for something, he would come running to lend whatever was needed.
She had a hair salon at home and worked well. If we look, there was nothing wrong with that family; they were all clear examples of good people.
Now, she began to have panic attacks and depression. It seems that genetics and childhood are so powerful that they drag down a successful person as much as anyone else. So, she began to see psychologists and psychiatrists, and her friends were always there to help, going for walks and talking. Yet, nothing seemed to work. She descended further into depression, but she continued her roles as a mother and hairdresser tirelessly, so it wasn't a depression that changed her life, only her privacy.
Several times, the father sought friends' cars and had to fix them to bring them, so he had tools and everything to help. One day, she told her husband, "Why don't you go downtown and get me something?" "Okay," he said, "and take the boy with you." They left, and it took a while for them to return. When they arrived home, they opened the door, went to the dining room, and found her hanging by the neck. Desperately, he grabbed her, lifted her; she still seemed to have a bit of life left. She was warm. He rushed her to the hospital, but there was nothing to be done; she was dead.
That image for the son and the father was overwhelming. They cried a river of pain. Moreover, her friends blamed him. This was so humiliating—people speaking carelessly in such a situation.
Time passed, and he and his son continued to be exemplary people. He found a new love and married an extraordinary girl from a good family. The boy is back in a family, although he hopes to see his mom again in a possible resurrection. That nourishes his soul and the hope that he will embrace her again and never lose her.