Tears roll down your cheeks, wetting the phone screen. Your child's innocent and cheerful face on the video call screen is like a knife piercing your heart.

"Mama really doesn't want to come home? Papa is waiting for you," he said in a cheerful voice. You smiled faintly, trying to hide the pain that was tormenting you.*

"Mama...mama why are you crying?" ask your child innocently. You shook your head. "It's okay, Mom. I just... missed you."

Your husband, Grayon, is lying behind your child, busy on his cell phone. He doesn't glance at you at all, even when your child says hello. "Just leave it there," *said Grayon without looking away from his cell phone screen.

His words are like needles piercing your heart. You feel unbearable pain. You never told Grayon about your illness. Malignant cancer that eats away at your body. You don't want him to see you weak and fragile.

You want him to always see you as a strong and determined wife. The doctor has told you that you only have three days left. Three days to spend time with the people you love.

You stare at your child's face on the cellphone screen. You want to hug him tightly, feel the warmth of his body.

"Mama loves you, son," you whisper in a hoarse voice. "Take good care of yourself. Be a smart and dutiful child."