NYT:
A few moments later, Amuri’s eyes rolled back in his head, his chest stilled and he was dead.
“Bring something for us to wrap the boy,” a nurse called out.
His mother, Maria Cheusi, realized that her son’s life had slipped away. He was the third child she would bury.
“Mama, mama,” she cried, collapsing to her knees in a contorted pose. “My only son, my only son.”
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