00:02I rushed over. I tried to push the wardrobe away to save my son, but it was too heavy.
00:07I couldn't lift it. Desperate and helpless, that's how I felt. Blood was already pooling
00:11beneath the wardrobe. My son was gone. When my husband came home, he blamed everything
00:15on me. He believed I should have been watching our son. That's why this tragedy happened.
00:19I blamed myself too. The pain of losing my son and my husband's accusations left me
00:24completely shattered. But as I knelt on the ground in grief, I didn't notice two shadows
00:28passing behind me. My husband was suffering too. He cried every day. He kept watching
00:32our son's old videos over and over. The next day, I was packing up my son's toys. Suddenly,
00:38there was a knock at the door. I opened it to find my husband, but he kissed me, which
00:42was unusual. Since our son's death, he had been cold and distant. Today, he seemed like
00:46a different person. Then he smiled and said he ran into my aunt on the way here. My heart
00:50stopped. My aunt died 30 years ago. Then, things got even stranger. He asked how our son was
00:55doing. I was completely confused. But before I could react, there was another knock at the
01:00door. My husband stood outside, anxiously telling me to open up this door.
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