Covered into the dirty blankets, they walked through the streets. He held the revolver at the hip height and the boy. At the other end of the city, they came across a house on themselves on a meadow and went through all rooms. They met themselves in a mirror and almost lifted the revolver. This is dad, the boy whispered. This is us.
In a bleak and desolate landscape, a father and son navigate through the streets, wrapped in tattered blankets. The father's grip on a revolver emphasizes the danger surrounding them. Their journey leads them to a house situated in a meadow, where they explore its empty rooms, a moment infused with both curiosity and fear.
As they gaze into a mirror, an intimate and poignant realization dawns upon the boy, who recognizes their reflections as a representation of themselves. In this moment of vulnerability, the boy identifies the figure next to him as his father, uttering a profound acknowledgment of their relationship amidst the chaos of their existence.
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