In the heavy rain again, the women with their shawls fall almost every few steps.

It had no effect on her footsteps under the tree.

It's like she didn't know how many times she fell, and when her forehead was probably broken by the same stone, she didn't forget to scream hoarsely: "My son, my son. Don't be afraid. Mom's back. Mom's back to hold you. Don't be afraid."

A woman whose clothes had been torn to pieces by thorns finally stumbled back under a tree and said, "My son"

She was stunned.

It's empty under the big tree.

Her son is missing.

"Who? Who is it? Who stole my...