I have a rare disease and the doctor said I can live up to five years.
I reluctantly broke up with my boyfriend of seven years, and he asked me with red eyes if I had fallen in love with someone else.
Five years later, I met him at the corner ice cream shop.
He stared at the little boy next to me who had the same facial features as him, and the documents in his hand were scattered on the floor.
"Mom," my four-year-old son tugged at the corner of my clothes and pointed at the stiff man, "Why does this uncle look like me?"
I picked up the child and tried to run away, but he stopped me.
His trembling fingertips brushed the child's cheek, and his voice was hoarse:
"Tell me... How many years is this?"
