Her knees nearly buckled.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Yes\u2026 speaking\u2026 who is this?<\/p>\n
There was a pause. Then came the words that made her drop the phone:<\/p>\n
\u2014 It\u2019s me\u2026 it\u2019s Alexandru\u2026 I\u2019m alive.<\/p>\n
She couldn\u2019t speak. Couldn\u2019t breathe. For a few moments, she just stared at the phone lying on the floor, until she snapped out of it and picked it up again with trembling hands.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Alexandru?! Is this\u2026 is this really you?<\/p>\n
The voice cracked with emotion:<\/p>\n
\u2014 Yes, Mama. I don\u2019t have much time. I don\u2019t know how long the signal will last. I escaped. I\u2019m hurt\u2026 but I\u2019m alive.<\/p>\n
Through a broken connection, he explained how their unit had been ambushed and scattered. He\u2019d been injured and trapped under debris, unable to call for help. A few villagers from a nearby abandoned settlement had found him days later and hidden him, fearing military patrols in the area. Only now had he managed to find a phone.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Don\u2019t tell anyone yet\u2026 please. Just\u2026 just know I\u2019m coming home.<\/p>\n
The call ended abruptly.<\/p>\n
Ana stood in the middle of her quiet house, hands still shaking, tears streaming down her face\u2014but for the first time in days, they were tears of hope. She didn\u2019t sleep that night. She sat by the window, staring into the darkness, waiting.<\/p>\n
Three days later, at dawn, someone knocked gently at her door.<\/p>\n
She opened it\u2014and there he was.<\/p>\n
Thinner. Pale. Limping. But alive.<\/p>\n
And in that moment, as she collapsed into his arms, all the pain, all the doubt, all the grief vanished in a single heartbeat. Against all odds, against the world\u2019s certainty\u2026 her boy had come home.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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