"Mama," I called, each word a raw wound, "life without you is meaningless. You'd have wanted more for me, but I can't bear this pain any longer. I'm sorry, Mama, but I have to follow you." As I braced myself for the final leap, a sudden warmth enveloped me, pulling me back from the precipice. A strong hand clasped mine, anchoring me to the present and offering solace in the face of despair. With tears streaming down my face, I turned to see who had saved me from the brink of Oblivion