Tell me about children who go to heaven.

I still remember yesterday two years ago, as if everything was a flash. Your birth made us happy, you came in our expectation, and instant happiness filled my heart. Looking at your little body, lying beside me and falling asleep beside me, it turns out that this is the baby I ushered in eight hours after severe pain in October. Looking at you, my heart is full of softness. At that time, I only had one wish, wishing the baby health, happiness and freedom! But in the end, even this wish did not come true.

My child has never left my side for a day from birth to the last 18 months, except for the 15 day when you were seriously ill and transferred to Changsha. That forced 15 days, only for your early recovery. I still remember that afternoon, the day when the nurse aunt carried you into the intensive care unit, you cried and held out your hand and looked at me. I cried badly outside the door. At that time, you were less than 1 year old and left me for the first time. For the next 15 days, I will wait for you outside through three doors every day. At that time, my mother's only wish was that you would get better as soon as possible. I expected to see you through the glass every day, which was enough. Ask that security uncle about you every day, just to know if you cry every day. Finally, when I can hold you (even if you are still not healed). At that time, my mother swore in her heart that no matter what the situation, I would never let you face the pain again, and I would never let you leave my side again. Since then, my mother hasn't left you for three hours, and I cherish the only fate between us. We don't want to believe the truth, and we never want to give up on you. Even in that most difficult time, we always thought that one day counts. At that time, the doctor told us that you had less than a month, but I thought that even if there was one more day than a month, we would both make money.

After months of constant hope-disappointment, disappointment-hope. We finally ushered in hope, thinking that everything would be fine. I looked at you and called me "mom" every day, thinking that at that time, my child, we finally got through it. However, fate played a trick on us again, and your illness recurred. I still remember that it was16101October 4th. While others are still living a happy National Day, we are suffering in the hospital, waiting for the hospital to pronounce another sentence. Even if there is only the last glimmer of hope, we are still thinking. Let's take a gamble! If God takes care of us and we win, then we will win again. Once again, we took you north with our bags, hoping to give you the last hope of life, but we never thought about it and never took you home again. Leave you alone in that bustling but lonely city.

For the next few months, we endured it day after day. From despair, hope, hope to waiting. My mother accompanied you to shave your beautiful hair and become bald. She accompanied you to an unbearable bone marrow puncture. She accompanied you in the hospital every day and stayed in the ward every day. Sometimes she didn't dare to get out of bed, sometimes she didn't dare to go out of the ward, never went downstairs, and she didn't dare to sleep deeply every night, for fear that a little negligence would bring you pain and she didn't dare to leave the hospital. After such a long struggle, hope came, and finally I waited for my kind uncle and the precious stem cells he gave you. Your body has also accepted my kind uncle's cells, I hope you can get better. I never thought that you might still be very tired. Tired of taking a lot of medicine every day, losing endless fluids every day, taking endless blood every day, eating every day, lying in bed every day, washing your hands countless times every day, gargling every time you eat, and wearing a mask every time you leave the ward (even if you have formed yourself, you can't take you out of the ward without a mask, even if it's just the corridor). Even if my mother encourages you in your ear every day, sings your favorite songs, hugs you, sings, studies and thinks about you every day. Maybe you are thinking about the other side of the world, where there is no pain, no disease, only your endless imagination.

You are too tired, maybe you feel sorry for your mother's fatigue, so you left after spending the primary school with your mother. You walked so peacefully as if you were asleep, or when you came, you came so clean and walked so clean. Happy birthday, my child! May heaven be your happy paradise. With your familiar friends, you won't be lonely. Because, in the future, my mother will also come to that place.

Son, you have only been in this world for 18 months, but you are happy, happy and satisfied, because many people have cared about you and helped you. Because of you, the pain brought to my mother is greater than happiness, because this is our fate, otherwise, you will not choose to be my child. Son, you will never be replaced, because you are unique. Every time I miss you, I am very happy and sad, but I am really satisfied. From the original month to the next six months, it was earned through hard work. Even if we don't work miracles, we still have no regrets. Happy birthday to you again, my child! May you be healthy, happy, free and grateful in the afterlife!