"My son would have been fifty by now." She could not fake her smile and began to weep instantly "if he was alive... that is. He wrote a letter; actually it was merely a sentence...Ma ami juddhey jacchi, amar jonno doa koro. After he had gone not a single day passed by of which I did not think of him. Until..." she paused and wiped the tears from her cheek. It seemed like she did not want to continue.
"Really?" Either she was making this up very skillfully or she was actually telling the truth which was very hard to believe at that moment of time. But why would she lie about her son's death? May be her prayers of reviving her son was so soulful that God could not help but show pity on her.