At this moment, inside Jannat’s home.

Jannat’s mother sat on the couch, staring blankly at the television.

The TV wasn’t turned on, and the whole house felt cold and empty.

Jannat’s father came out, holding a glass of water, and said, “Have some warm water and go to bed early.”

Suddenly, Jannat’s mother burst into tears. “Jannat said she would give me a gift on my birthday.”

“Today is already my birthday, but my Jannat will never come back…”

They had rehearsed the goodbyes a million times, but they never expected to say goodbye for real. It was still hard to accept.

She covered her face, and suppressed sobs escaped through her fingers…

Jannat’s father felt a pang in his heart, almost struggling to breathe.

He leaned against the armrest of the couch and slowly sat down, embracing Jannat’s mother.

“It’s okay, it’s okay…” he murmured. “Jannat has gone to heaven, where there is no more pain…”

Jannat’s mother cried out in pain.

Yes, in heaven, there would be no more pain.

No more taking medication every day, no more restrictions on what she could eat or touch.

No more frequent visits to the hospital, even spending holidays there at times.

No more being cautious and afraid of bumping or running around.

Amid her breakdown, she suddenly heard a knock on the door.

heard it, but later, it

rhythm and volume of the knocking… it was

looked

his sorrow, whispered, “It must

the house now, so

stood up and prepared to open

her steps becoming

What if it’s Jannat?

said she would celebrate her birthday with

Jannat had

couple reached the door, clutching the doorknob, but hesitated to

knocking sounded outside the door

door,

the middle of the night. Mom and

her mom and dad’s voice faintly,

with

the door, holding something in

her

she had

was overjoyed but also worried and afraid that her parents wouldn’t accept

bottle in her arms and smiled.

the next moment, her

felt a hint of darkness in her eyes. For some reason, she thought of Pablo lunging at Nana but passing through

empty Jannat’s mother, but instead,

to hold back tears, and finally couldn’t help but embrace Jannat’s mother and

while, Jannat’s father was the first to recover. He looked

brightly. “A brother and a sister helped me come

the floor. Jannat couldn’t pick up the cake if she was holding the glass bottle; she had already exhausted her

the cake for you. Happy birthday!” Jannat’s father struggled to

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