That man named Miguel continued to cough. He looked like he was in pain.
Worry flashed through Mrs. Coleman's eyes as she hugged him from behind. "Your pain is ending soon. You'll have a healthy body"
Miguel Coleman chuckled, his face devoid of color. He reached up to ruffle Mrs. Coleman's hair with a tender and affectionate look. "My life and death have been determined, Daisy. I have no more regrets having
journeyed all these years together with you. Don't be too stubborn."
It seemed like Miguel had also noticed that Mrs. Coleman's obsession was too strong,
Mrs. Coleman bent down in front of him. At that moment, she seemed like a little girl who had found a resting place for herself. "You were the one who named me and gave me my life. How could I go on living without you?"
"You're first and foremost yourself before you became Daisy." Miguel looked at Mrs. Coleman before he started coughing even more. He looked as if he might fall apart if the wind blew any harsher on him.
