After that brutal act, I managed to escape from that hell. All I see is the serene lake and the leafy tree where it all began. I feel the imperative need to wash my hands, I cannot allow my family to see me in this deplorable state. As I approach the water and wash my face and hands, the blood lingers for a moment on my skin. I shake my head violently, trying to free myself from the remorse that clings to my mind and prevents me from moving forward.

As I perform this purification, a few light drops of blood fall on my head. I begin to believe that some predator hunted and devoured its prey in the branches of this leafy tree. Curiosity consumes me, and my eyes are drawn to the shadows between the leaves. With horror I see a small corpse hanging from a tiny rope. I don't understand how such a diabolical being is capable of taking the life of a small child.

I start to climb that tree, to give a dignified burial to that creature, while I climb that immense tree I think of my little one how much I miss him, I wonder if he still remembers me, I have no idea how much time has passed since the last time I saw him, I only wish to see his big smile again, I rest for stretches, climbing that tree is not an easy task.

As I get closer I can see that the body is still standing upright by the neck, the animals have devoured the rest of the body. As I get closer I begin to recognise what is left of that child, I can't believe it, I break down in tears when I see that the body is that of my little son.

A knot lodges in my neck I can't breathe, my crying can't calm down, a feeling invades me, because my beloved Naveen is lying in the branches of this damned tree, I go crazy I can't and I don't want to believe that my little boy is motionless in front of me, I can't understand why someone would be so cruel to brutally murder a little boy, I reach his fragile body and tuck him in my chest, little by little I take him down from that damned cedar tree.

His innocence has vanished, I embrace my little one with strength, while tears flood my face, I curse the creator over and over again, because he allows so much suffering, at last I found what I had been looking for, I wish all this was a fleeting dream and that when I wake up I can still contemplate your face.

I refuse to believe that this is true, but the reality is even more cruel, in the distance I can see how the fire consumes the forest in the direction of the farm. I take my time to open a hole and deposit my beloved son, I only wish we could meet in the afterlife.