Whenever you ate and smiled, I felt like the richest man in the world.
Forgive me for sometimes hiding the ingredients from you.
I wanted you to simply enjoy your breakfast instead of being reminded of the hospital every morning.
I have only one request.
When I’m no longer here, please don’t stop taking good care of yourself.
And whenever you sit down at the breakfast table, remember that on the other side of that table, there was always someone who loved you more than his own life.
Your Aram.”
I couldn’t read another word.
I pressed the letter against my chest and began sobbing.
At that moment, I realized how terribly I had misunderstood his silence.
But Bobby’s death still weighed heavily on my heart.
The doctor explained that my husband probably hadn’t even known how dangerous the sugar substitute he used could be for animals.
