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,

rhythm and volume of

mother looked at the

back his sorrow, whispered, “It must be

there was no sound in the house now,

father, puzzled, stood up and

up as well, her steps becoming anxious and shaky.

What if it’s Jannat?

had said she would celebrate her

if Jannat

clutching the doorknob, but hesitated

knocking sounded

door, Jannat

middle of the night. Mom and Dad

dad’s voice faintly, but

rang with a creak and slowly

door, holding something in her

mother widened her eyes,

Jannat… she had come

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

in her arms and smiled. “Mom!

the next moment, her mother

eyes. For some

an empty Jannat’s mother, but instead, she solidly

struggling to hold back tears, and finally couldn’t help

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

brother and

floor. Jannat couldn’t pick up the cake

you. Happy birthday!” Jannat’s father struggled to find words as he held the

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