Suddenly, the man looked up:
— I have to tell the truth. I didn’t kill that man. It was my brother… He was drunk that night, and I couldn’t betray him. So I took the blame.
A murmur spread through the courtroom. The judge turned pale. The wife covered her mouth with her hand, holding the baby tightly to her chest.
— I thought I could live with it, far away from my family and my son. But now that I’m holding him… — he looked at the baby, — I realize that my family is what truly matters.
The judge ordered the session to be adjourned. A week later, the case was reopened.
And the photograph taken that day appeared in newspapers everywhere — showing the man, dressed in his prison uniform, holding his son in his arms.
At that moment, he was no longer a criminal.
He was a father who had finally decided to tell the truth.

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