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The tragic accident that occurred on the morning of last Sunday, July 16, on the CE-060 highway

, between Caririaçu and Juazeiro do Norte, casts a veil of mourning over the Cariri region.

The irreparable loss of an entire family, made up of Hérida Nascimento da Silva,

Sebastião Cícero Gomes and little Miguel Nascimento Gomes,

just 3 years old, highlights the fragility of life and the unpredictability of destiny.

The information, broadcast by TV Verdes

Mares and confirmed by the Ceará Military Fire Department, paints a bleak picture.

The family, who live in Várzea Alegre, were heading to

Juazeiro do Norte, on a trip that, under normal conditions, would have lasted about an hour.

The reason for the trip, a surgical procedure that little Miguel would undergo, adds a layer of sadness to the tragedy.

The hope of healing and well-being was abruptly interrupted, turning into pain and mourning.

The accident, which occurred around 7 a.m.,

resulted in the vehicle falling into a stream near Sítio Piripiri.

The depth of the water, around 5 meters, made rescue difficult and contributed to the fatal outcome.

The loss of control of the vehicle, which is still under investigation

, raises questions about the condition of the highway and the safety of drivers using it.

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