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 somewhat

and volume of the

Jannat?” Jannat’s mother looked

“It must be someone else, maybe we disturbed the

the house now,

puzzled, stood up and

her steps becoming anxious and

What if it’s Jannat?

she would

Jannat

reached the door, clutching the doorknob, but hesitated to

the sound of knocking sounded

the door,

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

dad’s voice faintly, but

with a creak

door, holding something in her

widened her

she

overjoyed but also worried and afraid that her parents wouldn’t accept

quickly raised the glass bottle in her arms and

moment, her

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

empty Jannat’s mother, but instead,

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

recover. He looked

brightly. “A brother and a sister helped me

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

Happy birthday!” Jannat’s father struggled to find

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