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The grief of losing his children consumed Sasuke to the point that he could barely function. Days blurred together, and the life he once knew had become nothing more than a distant memory.
One fateful day, after visiting the graves of his beloved children, Sasuke stumbled upon something strange-a small, worn notepad half-buried near the cemetery path. There was no name on its cover, only a passage written across the first page:
"Take a note, make a wish. You are given three chances."
Sasuke scoffed at the words. He had never believed in superstition, much less in wishes granted by some unseen force. Yet, as he stared at the graves before him, a desperate thought began to take root.
What if it were true?
What if, somehow, he had been given one last chance?
With nothing left to lose, Sasuke tore a page from the notepad. His hands trembled as he wrote down the one thing his broken heart had desired for so long.
"I wish for the heavens to give me the child I have longed for... the child I never had the chance to hold."
For a moment, nothing happened.
Then, somehow, his wish came true.
Sasuke was given the child he had wished for.
But wishes are never granted without a price.
And with every miracle comes a consequence-one that Sasuke could never have imagined.