Some uniforms return folded. Others never return at all.
This isn’t about war. It’s about the weight of love when someone is called away. The way grief hides in fabric. In a mug left untouched. In a voice that forgets how to say goodbye out loud.
It’s about the ones who stay. And what they carry in silence.
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