The sounds continue to haunt me. In truly quiet moments, when life’s other troubles have momentarily vanished from my mind, the harrowing screams of those mothers remain. I have heard these screams three times now, and each time the sound has been exactly the same. It is as if this loud, simultaneously high-pitched and bellowing shriek was predisposed to occur in mothers for one, and only one, event. The moment you hear that unique sound, there is no escaping what just happened. This scream means only one thing—the death of a child.
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