The police officer was arrested after a tragic operation. He was accused of causing his partner\u2019s death, even though it all happened by accident.
The trial lasted for weeks: testimonies, evidence, arguments\u2026
But in the end, the verdict was announced \u2014 seven years in prison.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When the judge gave him the last word, the man said in a trembling voice:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 I\u2019m not looking for excuses. I didn\u2019t want this, it all happened by accident. I only ask \u2014 let me say goodbye to him. To ask him for forgiveness\u2026 and his family too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The courtroom fell silent.
The judge lowered his eyes, then nodded:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 Alright. But you will go under guard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
On the day of the funeral, the sky seemed to mourn as well.
Cold rain fell nonstop, and the wind drove black clouds over the cemetery.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Family, friends, and colleagues gathered.
The mother of the deceased stood a little apart, wrapped in a black shawl. Her shoulders trembled, her lips whispered her son\u2019s name.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Everyone around was crying. No one spoke \u2014 only the sound of raindrops hitting the coffin lid and quiet sobs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And suddenly police cars appeared in the distance.
People turned. From one of the cars stepped a man in an orange prison uniform, handcuffed, with his head lowered. He was escorted by four officers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A whisper ran through the crowd:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 That\u2019s him\u2026
\u2014 It\u2019s because of him this all happened\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When the prisoner approached, everyone stepped aside to clear a path.
He stopped by the coffin, on which lay the badge and cap of the deceased.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The prisoner slowly knelt before the coffin and whispered through tears:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 Forgive me, brother. Forgive me\u2026 I didn\u2019t want this. I think about you every day. If I could turn back time\u2026 I would have taken your place.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He lowered his head and cried. Rain streamed down his face, mixing with his tears.
The family looked at him with hatred \u2014 someone clenched their fists, someone turned away. But no one said a word, because the police officers were standing nearby, and they didn\u2019t want the funeral to turn into a fight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And suddenly the mother of the deceased stepped forward.
She slowly approached the man and stopped next to him.
Everyone froze.
No one understood what she was about to do.
And then the mother did something that shocked everyone\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Continuation in the first comment\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The mother looked for a long time at her son\u2019s former partner \u2014 at his lowered head, at his hands in handcuffs\u2026 and then suddenly knelt down beside him.
Silently, she embraced him and pulled him close.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The prisoner couldn\u2019t believe it was really happening.
He lifted his head, looked at her \u2014 and couldn\u2019t hold back his sobs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 I forgive you, \u2014 the woman whispered. \u2014 And my son does too. I know it was an accident. He loved you like a brother, and he wouldn\u2019t want you to suffer for the rest of your life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He nodded, pressing his forehead to her shoulder.
People around couldn\u2019t hold back their tears. Even the officers turned away to hide their emotions.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When they were separated, he walked away, looking back over his shoulder.
The mother stood by the grave, watching him leave.
And at that moment, for the first time in many months, he felt like he could breathe.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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