11 February 2025 When death knocks at my door, asking for my last wish, I stand there, lost in silence. Should I ask to see the one I've loved the most, just once more? Or should I whisper an apology to my parents for not being the child they deserved? Should I long for the laughter of my childhood friends, the ones who once made the world feel lighter? Or should I simply ask to forget—to erase every face, every bond that ever shattered my peace?