By Humaira
In the aftermath of a brutal war, a Korean soldier named Minho returned home, yearning for the embrace of his wife and child. He had fought bravely, hoping for a future with his family. But as he reached his village, he found it desolate and silent. The door to his house stood ajar, but inside, there was no sign of life. Panic gripped him as he searched the empty streets, calling out for his wife, Jisu, and their newborn baby.
Minho's heart raced as he asked the few remaining villagers about his family, but they only spoke of abandonment. Desperation led him to scour every corner, until finally, he found Jisu and their baby in a hidden refuge. Relief washed over him as he embraced them, but the joy was short-lived.
As they reunited, shadows fell upon them. Minho’s enemies, having learned of his return, surrounded them. They had hoped to end Minho's life, believing that his death would secure their dominance. The enemy, ruthless and determined, began their attack.
In the chaos, the unthinkable happened. They shot at the baby, a small, innocent life that Minho and Jisu had fought so hard to protect. The child’s cries were silenced, leaving a void of unimaginable sorrow. Jisu’s heartbreak was palpable as she clutched her lifeless baby, her tears mingling with the rain.
Minho, consumed by grief and rage, fought valiantly against his attackers. His fellow soldiers arrived, and together they pushed back the enemy. Yet, despite their victory, the cost was unbearable. Their child was gone, and the weight of their loss was immense.
Through their profound sorrow, Minho and Jisu found strength in each other. They faced their future with determination, their love unwavering despite the tragedy that had befallen them. Together, they vowed to honor their child's memory by building a life filled with hope and resilience. Their hearts, though scarred, beat with a renewed purpose as they moved forward, carrying the legacy of their lost child in every step they took.
By Humaira
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