❝𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙠𝙞𝙙𝙨, 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙢𝙚 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧?❞
╰┈➤ IN WHICH a Pediatric Nutritionist was offered five times the amount of her salary just to help the famous streamer and CE...
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Kenma, the fact that you're reading this letter means I'm no longer with you and mom.
No, scratch that, I don't think I should start my letter with that kind of sentence. There are two things I wanted to tell you, the two things that I owe you.
I owe you an apology and gratitude. I'm sorry and thank you.
I'm sorry I didn't tell you about my illness. It's a terminal illness that eats away at my life day by day. Some days were more painful than others. I don't have long to live, but I don't know if I truly accepted it. Everyone is afraid of death after all, and even I'm scared of it. But more so than that, than being scared, I am somehow relieved that I can finally take a much needed rest.
Recently I received very wonderful news. I told you and mom all about it. I'm going to become a mom, Kenma. This is probably why I get emotional a lot. Even now as I write this, tears are threatening to fall.
The doctor told me two things.
I can either choose to get rid of this little blessing and live a little bit longer, or give birth and risk my life and die early.
