"It's alright to let go of Grandma now."
Himari's weak yet gentle voice carried across the square for everyone to hear. For a moment, she shut out the chaos around her—even the sharp stench of gasoline was something she chose to ignore.
Slowly, through her own lens, it was only her and Haji.
No cages, no restraints, no audience waiting to witness their doom.
Just a grandmother who had loved and raised a young boy.
Her eyes softened as memories surfaced: the first time she had held Haji's tiny body in her arms. She still remembered how the region of Ha—now called New Gehran—their family, and the people had celebrated his birth.
It had been one of the happiest days of their lives.
Hence, his moniker, Haha. Because the day he was born, everyone was laughing with joy and celebration.
