“She’ll be fine. She’ll be fine, okay?” Lanche said.

He couldn’t help but think of that thing. Because he believes Brie will recover and they will get back together. All they could do now was to pray that a miracle would come to cure Brie’s illness. Many more days passed. She gently supports Brie to sit in the wheelchair. It wants to breathe air from the garden. So, the doctor allowed it to be taken out of the garden. They got there. There are not many people, and most are also patient. They stopped under a tree. The weather is beautiful, the sky is clear.

“Be well so I can...