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.

neither of them heard it, but later,

of

Jannat?” Jannat’s mother looked at the

“It must be someone else, maybe

the

stood up and prepared to

stood up as well, her steps becoming anxious

What if it’s Jannat?

would

Jannat had

the door, clutching the doorknob, but hesitated

knocking sounded outside

door,

of the night. Mom and Dad must have

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

rang with a

at the door, holding something in her arms. When she saw her mother open the door, she froze for a

mother widened her

she

also worried and afraid that

the glass bottle in

the next moment, her mother rushed

a hint of darkness in her eyes. For some

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

to hold back tears, and finally couldn’t help but embrace Jannat’s mother and Jannat. He hoarsely said, “Jannat, my

first to recover.

and a sister helped me

on the floor. Jannat couldn’t pick up the cake if she was holding the glass bottle; she had already

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

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