After leaving the restaurant, Edith stopped in her tracks. She let the night breeze blow over her and closed her eyes, savoring the moment.

The burden that had been weighing down on her shoulders this whole time was finally gone. She felt much lighter.

"Why didn't you tell me you went to see Dad today?" Otto gently asked.

Edith smiled. "If I had told you, would you have let me go?"

Otto was silent for a while. He looked at Edith, who was smiling, and couldn't help but feel guilty. "You won't get to see him again."

"I know, which is why I was with him for a long time today. I said everything I needed to say to him. If there's anything else I want to say to him, I'll have to wait until I meet him when I'm dead."

"Mom." Otto felt even more guilty.

Edith smiled and patted Otto on the shoulder. "My good son, your father and I have the same wish. We just want you to be happy."

She smiled mischievously. "By the way, when are you going to let me meet that woman? If you really like her