The knock on the door brought news no mother should ever hear—her soldier son was dead. Heart failure, they said. But she knew that couldn’t be true. Later, the cause changed to pneumonia, deepening her doubts.
A visit to his grave revealed another inconsistency—the wrong birth year on the memorial plaque. Why the lies? Why the secrecy? She needed answers.
Determined, she hired two men to exhume the coffin. As they pried it open, the horrifying truth was revealed—it was empty. Her son had never been inside.
Military officials dismissed it as a mistake, but she refused to accept their excuses. She clung to the hope that he was still alive.
Then, one night, her faith was rewarded. A call came—her son’s voice, weak but alive. He had been a prisoner all along. As she held the phone, tears streamed down her face. She had known the truth from the start.
