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The doctor came out  of the OT with an apologetic look and said
"He is no more i-i am sorry," the doctor said and left.
"How could you," Aunt tried to follow him but nothing could have happened the doctor said.
"we are sorry he was a Heart patient for a long time but no one took care of we did our best to save him nothing could have happened," the doctor said in one go.
 "Say that?" she completed her sentence as she knelt and cried full corridor was filled with sorrow and sorrow and everyone cried including Jimin.
We all comforted each other and with the dead body, we left the hospital.
Whole family members on the way back home were crying nonstop, comforting each other, and I was embraced by Jimin.
As soon as we opened the door and stepped into the house, we were met with the sound of sobbing. It was coming from the living room. When we entered, we saw Taemin sitting on the floor near the sofa, his head buried in his hands, tears streaming down his face. His face was red, his eyes swollen and puffy. He was muttering something under his breath, but it was hard to make out what he was saying through his sobs. 

As we got closer, we could hear him repeating the same thing over and over again. "I am sorry Dad...I am sorry...I should have listened to your words." It was clear that he was feeling a great deal of remorse and regret. His voice was trembling, and he seemed to be struggling to catch his breath between his sobs. He continued to apologize, repeating the word "sorry" countless times. It was a heartbreaking scene.
Taemin was crying, and I could see that he was in a lot of pain. So, I put my hands on his shoulders and made him look up at me. He was tearful, but I knew that I had to help him, so I sat on the ground and began to wipe his tears with my thumb. I could feel his skin beneath my fingers, and it made me feel a sense of closeness with him. 
As I continued to wipe his tears, I could see that he was still crying. So, I decided to embrace him, hoping that my love could provide him with some comfort. He hugged me back tightly, and I could feel his tears wetting my clothes. 
"It's okay, Taemin-ah," I said softly. "Don't cry. You don't deserve to be so sad." 
But he kept crying, and I could see that he was struggling. "I hate myself," he said, his words choked with tears. "I do not deserve this much  care." 
I could feel the sadness in his words, and it made me feel sad too. But I knew that I had to be strong for him. So, I pulled away from the hug and looked him in the eye. 
"Don't cry, Taemin-ah," I said firmly. "Your health will be affected if you keep crying like this." 
He nodded, still sniffling, and then asked, "How is Dad?" 
I didn't feel like answering his question, so I turned my head and looked at my aunt. She was standing nearby, looking at us with a sad expression on her face. I wondered what she was thinking, but I didn't ask. Instead, I just sat there with Taemin, hoping that my presence could bring him some peace.
"What happened?" he asked again.
"Did you eat something?" I asked, trying to change the subject.
"Tell me first, how's dad?" he looked me straight in the eye, searching for an answer.