Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

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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

rhythm and volume of the

Jannat?” Jannat’s mother looked at the

whispered, “It must be someone else, maybe

there was no sound in the house now, so

puzzled, stood up and prepared to open

mother suddenly stood up as well, her steps becoming anxious and shaky. “I…

What if it’s Jannat?

had said she would celebrate

if Jannat had

reached the door, clutching the doorknob, but hesitated to

of knocking sounded

the door, Jannat

the middle of the night.

just heard her mom and dad’s voice faintly, but now

the door rang with a creak and

something in her arms. When she saw her mother open

widened her eyes,

was Jannat… she had

also worried and afraid that

glass bottle in her

moment, her

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

finger twitched, about to embrace an empty Jannat’s mother,

back tears, and finally couldn’t help but

first to recover. He looked outside and asked, “Jannat, how

smiled brightly. “A brother and a sister helped

a cake on the floor. Jannat couldn’t pick up the cake if she was holding

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

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