Chapter 7

"His kindness is his downfall, and I can't help but pity him."

That same year, Wesley's grandmother fell ill and was admitted to the hospital. He had a close bond with her, having been raised by her.

The cost of her medical care left him constantly overwhelmed.

My mother commented that Wesley's spirit was too delicate.

Carrying the weight of his grandmother's illness and our relationship, he was unable to thrive.

I squeezed my hand into a fist and, after a pause, shakily uttered, "Mom... I can't bear to leave him."

With those words, tears flowed freely down my face.

A decade has passed, yet the memory still evokes mixed emotions.

I purchased my mother's cherished persimmons, intending to make one final visit to her grave.

Aware of my impending death, I needed to inform her that I wouldn't be returning.

Prior to this, I stopped by Wesley's workplace to retrieve an item.

During her lifetime, my mother had been very fond of Wesley.