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

of the knocking… it

Jannat’s mother looked at

holding back his sorrow, whispered, “It must be someone else, maybe we disturbed the

no sound in the house

and prepared

up as well, her steps becoming anxious and shaky. “I… I’ll

What if it’s Jannat?

would celebrate her birthday with

if Jannat

clutching the doorknob, but hesitated

the sound of knocking sounded outside

the door,

knocked on the door in the middle of the night.

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

the door rang with a creak

saw Jannat standing at the door, holding something in

mother widened her eyes, covering

Jannat… she had come

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

the glass bottle in her arms and

the next moment, her mother rushed

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

finger twitched, about to embrace an empty Jannat’s mother,

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

the first to recover. He looked outside and

smiled brightly. “A brother and a sister helped

cake on the floor. Jannat couldn’t 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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