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.

of them heard it, but later, it felt

rhythm and volume of the

looked at the door

“It must

there was no sound in the house now,

stood up and

well, her steps becoming anxious and

What if it’s Jannat?

she would celebrate her

if Jannat had

reached the door, clutching the doorknob, but

knocking sounded outside the

door, Jannat

knocked on the door in the middle of the night. Mom and Dad must have been

heard her mom and dad’s voice faintly,

with a creak and

held her breath and immediately saw Jannat standing at the door, holding something in her

her

she had

was overjoyed but also worried and afraid that

quickly raised the glass bottle in her arms and smiled. “Mom!

next moment, her mother rushed

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

an empty Jannat’s mother, but instead,

and finally couldn’t help but embrace Jannat’s mother and Jannat. He hoarsely said,

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

“A brother and a sister helped

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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