Today is my son's sixth birthday, and our family went to the amusement park. My wife received a phone call and tricked my son and me onto the Ferris wheel before leaving. At 820 feet high, my son suddenly experienced hereditary heart failure. My wife had the special medicine, but no matter how hard I tried to call her, she never picked up and even turned off her phone. That night, I finally got through to her, but her ex-boyfriend answered the phone, "Hannah drank too much and asked me to tell you that if it weren't for your son, she would have divorced you long ago." Holding my son's cold little hand, I said, "Tell her, I've been thinking the same. We're done."