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.

it, but later,

volume of the knocking… it was

looked at the door

father, holding back his sorrow, whispered, “It must be

in the house

up and prepared to open

steps becoming anxious and shaky.

What if it’s Jannat?

she would

if Jannat had

the

sound of knocking sounded

the door,

door in the middle of the

mom and dad’s

the door rang with

something in her arms. When she saw her mother open the door, she froze for a

widened her eyes, covering her

Jannat… she had

also worried and afraid that her parents wouldn’t

the glass bottle in her arms

next moment, her mother rushed

felt a hint of darkness in her eyes. For some reason, she thought

twitched, about to embrace an empty Jannat’s

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

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

“A brother and a sister helped me come

Jannat couldn’t pick up the cake if she was holding the glass bottle; she had

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

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