Xavier’s pov“Good morning, Mom,” I said, rising from the chair to hug her gently.“Good morning, Xavier,” she whispered, her voice soft and low.I noticed her eyes were wet. “Mom… you’re crying?” I asked, concern tightening in my chest.She remained silent.“Why are you crying?” I pressed, holding her hands firmly.“It’s… it’s just a lot,” she finally said. “I feel so sad knowing I might never see you someday.”“Mom, what are you saying?” I asked, my voice trembling. “I’m still here. I’m not leaving you.”“I know… but I won’t be here in four months,” she said, coughing softly.I swallowed hard, unable to hold back the tears, my mind spinning with helplessness.“I won’t be able to talk to you, see you, or hear your voice when that time comes,” she continued, her voice breaking. “It hurts so much… knowing I didn’t spend enough time with you. I left you, Xavier. I’m so sorry.”I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. “Mom, I have—”“You don’t need to say anything,” she cut me off.
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