a man standing next to a teddy bear in a cemetery

"The Last Wish"I walk slowly through the city streets, my fingers clutching a small, worn-out list. The letters are shaky, written with careful precision.A flower shop. A bakery. A toy store.At each stop, I pick something up—a bouquet of lilies, a small chocolate cake, a stuffed teddy bear. The shopkeepers smile at me, but I can only manage a weak nod in return.With my hands full of carefully chosen items, I step into a taxi and whisper my destination. The driver glances at me in the rearview mirror, but says nothing.The cemetery is quiet. The cold wind brushes against my skin as I walk toward a familiar gravestone. I kneel down, placing the lilies gently on the stone. Then, I open the box, cutting a small piece of cake and setting it beside the flowers.Finally, I take the teddy bear and place it next to them.As I pull back, my eyes land on the name carved into the stone.It’s my name.A lump forms in my throat, but I smile.The memories flood in—a hospital room, the sound of my own weak breathing, the moment I