To the second mom, I am sick and can no longer raise this child. It has been six months since my five-year-old daughter was diagnosed with an incurable disease. Her condition has been deteriorating day by day. "It's difficult to say, but Nacchan probably won't be able to come home anymore." One day, the doctor hesitantly delivered this message and left the room with a lowered gaze. "Hey, Daddy. What were you talking about with the doctor?" Lying on the bed in the corner of the hospital room, my daughter asked me in a hushed tone. "We were discussing when Nacchan could come back home." "Hmm... Oh, Daddy, I have a favor to ask." "A favor? What is it? You sound so serious all of a sudden. Just tell me anything." "It's about Lulu-chan..." Lulu-chan is the doll that I gave my daughter as a present for her third birthday. She looks like a human baby. When we were admitted to the hospital, my daughter insisted on bringi...
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