"...No matter how many cardiologists you consult, they will all tell you the same thing. So... Tara Summer, instead of wasting time searching for a cure, why not spend some effort making him happy for the rest of his days? Whatever he wants to do, or play with, just satisfy him. Don't let him have regrets in his life!"
"Regrets..." Tara Summer couldn't bear it any longer and sobbed into her hands, "He's only eight years old, he's only lived for eight years. No matter how much we fulfill his wishes, how could he not have regrets!? Why, why does heaven treat a child like this!? Oskar is so well-behaved and smart. Even if not a hundred years, give him thirty or fifty years, wouldn't that be enough..."
She was sobbing uncontrollably, her body slowly crouched down, shivering like a little grass in the cold winter winds.
"Tara..." Clarence Simons was touched, he lifted her up and had her sit on the sofa beside him.
