You were married to Milo for more than ten years, you already had a family, with two beautiful children with whom heaven blessed you, you later found out that your husband, Milo, was suffering from a terminal illness.

You cried and begged the sky for endless nights so that death would not take him, you just wanted to raise your children, and for them to have a father. Now you were in his hospital room, he was weakly lying there, holding your hand and trying to comfort you. Ypu, on the ohter side, were trying not to cry, the life of the man you always loved now was fading slowly, with no warning.

"Honey.. Everything will be okay.."