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, it

of the

Jannat’s mother looked at

back his sorrow, whispered, “It must be someone else, maybe

the

and prepared to open the

well, her steps becoming anxious and

What if it’s Jannat?

had said she would celebrate her

Jannat

clutching the doorknob, but hesitated to

knocking sounded outside

the door, Jannat

door in the middle of the night. Mom and Dad

and dad’s voice faintly, but now

door rang with a

mother held her breath and immediately saw Jannat standing at the door, holding something in her arms. When she saw her mother open the door, she froze

Jannat’s mother widened her

she

also worried and afraid that her parents

bottle in her arms and smiled. “Mom!

next moment, her mother rushed towards

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

embrace an empty

tears, and finally couldn’t help but

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

and a sister helped me

pick up the cake if she was holding the glass bottle; she had

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

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