Died on My Son’s Birthday

I died on my son Jimmy's fifth birthday.

Before I died, Jimmy pushed open my door and saw me lying on the bed.

He looked disgusted and said, "Mom, you're so lazy that you even have to sleep on my birthday. You don't love me like Kristina does!"

Jonathan Evans, whom I loved for eight years, hugged Jimmy and said coldly, "Are you sure you want to cause trouble on Jimmy's fifth birthday? Then sleep here and wait for your death! Kristina and I can also make Jimmy happy today!"

After saying this, he slammed the door shut.

I also closed my eyes forever.