Half a year ago, my husband received a sudden announcement of his limited life expectancy. Since then, he had been continuing his convalescence at home, but the day of parting finally arrived. It was over in a flash, and we soon reached the first seventh day. Perhaps because I was busy, it felt as if his death was a distant memory, yet I still couldn't bear to look at his photograph. However, this tragedy was not yet over. The devil targeting my weakened heart and body out of loneliness was slowly... slowly approaching.
