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

and volume of the knocking… it was

looked at

must be someone else, maybe

sound in the house

and

mother suddenly stood up as well, her steps becoming anxious and

What if it’s Jannat?

had said she would

if Jannat had

door, clutching the

sound of knocking sounded outside the door

door, Jannat

middle of the night. Mom and Dad

dad’s voice faintly, but now it

rang with a creak

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

Jannat’s mother widened her eyes,

was Jannat… she

worried and afraid that her parents

quickly raised the glass bottle in her arms

her mother

in her eyes. For some reason, she thought of Pablo lunging

about to embrace an empty Jannat’s mother, but instead, she

long time, struggling to hold back tears, and finally couldn’t

long while, Jannat’s father was the first to recover. He looked outside and asked, “Jannat, how did

“A brother and a sister helped me

cake if she was holding the

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

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