Perhaps due to overthinking during the day, I had a rare dream. In the dream, I returned to my childhood home.
Mom, Dad, and Grandpa were all there. Under the unusually dim light, we sat around the dinner table. I was very picky with my food.
Mom said helplessly, "What a difficult girl to serve. I wonder which man will have to tolerate you in the future."
"It's nothing. Violet should stay by my side for the rest of her life. I just want my granddaughter to be happy," Grandpa said with a chuckle, affectionately tapping my nose.
"That's right! I won't get married. I will stay with Mom, Dad, and Grandpa, and let you support me forever." I hugged Grandpa's hand, laughing happily.
Dad laughed. "Okay, I will support my dear forever."
Everyone was laughing and very happy.
"Violet, Violet! Come and play." The voices of a boy and a girl came from outside the window.
"Leon and Lydia are calling me to play. I'm going out now." I rushed downstairs.
Behind me, Mom's caring voice came. "Violet, put on a coat! Naughty girl."
"Here I come! What are we going to play?" I asked excitedly, holding the white fur balls on both sides of my hat.
"With such thick snow, of course, we have to build a snowman," little Leon said brightly.
"Okay, let's build a snowman," I agreed with Leon.
"Violet, you didn't wear a coat. It's very cold. I have two coats on. Here, take one," Lydia said, about to take off her coat for me.
"No, you'll catch a cold. You just recovered from a cold." Leon stopped Lydia, took off his coat, and gave it to me.
"I'm a man. I'm not afraid of the cold." He patted his chest.
"Alright, let's go play in the snow." Leon held Lydia's hand, and Lydia held mine, as usual.
...
The thunder outside the window woke me up suddenly. No one was by my side, and the spot next to me was still cold. I took some water from the bedside to calm down.
On Monday, after Withe's staff meeting, I called Leon three times, but no one answered. Forget it,. He must be busy lately. After all, Lydia was coming back. Maybe I should find time to visit her.
On Tuesday, I lay alone on the operating table. The surgical lights shone directly into my eyes, making me dizzy. I fell asleep under the effect of the anesthetic.
"The test results are out. It's malignant and terminal. You need to be hospitalized for chemotherapy immediately."
The verdict of life is so fierce and merciless.
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"Leon... are you coming home today?"