On the day Maya's husband suddenly passed away, her grief was beyond words. That day, she murmured, "If only I could be of some help..." but those words rang hollow, leaving a deep wound in the depths of her heart. Maya's expression that day remains etched in my memory. A year later, on the first anniversary of his death, Maya had grown frail and worn. Seeing her like that, I was reminded of myself from that day, and realized I still stand by her side.