He was never meant to be here, never meant to be visible in this way. A boy once shielded behind tinted glass and carefully managed distance now finds himself exposed to a public appetite that consumes everything it touches. Every step is watched. Every pause is analyzed. In moments meant for grief, cameras linger too long. A funeral becomes a tableau. Mourning is flattened into content, and childhood itself is stripped down and examined—his height, his posture, his silence—treated as material for speculation. Few seem to notice that what stands before them is not an emblem or a headline, but a child navigating loss. Continue reading…
