Chapter 10

“Mama,” Hazel’s little boy called out to her that morning during breakfast.

“Can we go see Daisy? I miss her,” the little boy said with an adorable pout.

“Yes, tiger. We’ll go see your sister today. Now finish up breakfast, Honey,” she instructed, taking off her apron and joining him at the table.

“Yay, Daisy!” He cheered excitedly, scooping another spoonful of cereal.

She had already called the office to let them know she would be late that day. The small family of two enjoyed their breakfast together, savoring the simple moments.

Hazel cleared the table while her son settled in front of the television, engrossed in a cartoon show. The familiar intro song of “Puppy Dog Pals” echoed through the room, casting a calming and soothing spell over the house.

Hazel hummed along to the theme song while her son danced to it, their laughter filling the

air.

“I love this feeling. If Daisy were home, everything would be complete. The house wouldn’t be this quiet; she would have argued with her brother to watch a different TV show instead,” Hazel thought sadly to herself with a sigh.

About four years ago, she had given birth to twins, a boy and a girl whom she had lovingly named Daisy and Liam. Her daughter’s survival itself was a miracle. At birth, Daisy had been pronounced stillborn, her fragile b*dy lifeless. But a determined nurse had refused to give up, tirelessly administering CPR until the newborn’s weak cry pierced the silence, breaking

into tears.

survived, she remained a very fragile child, requiring frequent

frame, and they were walking on thin ice while waiting. Daisy’s last seizure had thrown Hazel into a state of panic and fear. The night before, she and her kids had baked

by Liam’s frightened shriek while he shook Hazel awake. “Mama, Daisy’s not breathing!” he

his face.

rushing Daisy to the hospital immediately. “Her heart had slowed down,” the doctor explained to Hazel

heart would shatter at the sight of her frail daughter, wishing for her to grow up quickly and undergo the surgery

hospital for the rest of the week, with Hazel and her son

extending her hand to

small happy dance. He adored and was fiercely protective of his younger sister. While

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still breathing, and his presence offered Hazel a comforting sense of security. He was always watching

to the hospital, people couldn’t help but steal glances at them. Hazel’s face

entering the hospital, the unmistakable scent of antiseptics wafted through the air, causing both mother and son to wrinkle

don’t like this smell, Mummy,” Liam remarked as they proceeded

had become an all–too–familiar place for them; it was practically their second

his sister’s dislike for the hospital. “Daisy

the sixth floor. His familiarity with the hospital layout was remarkable for his age.

have the surgery, and she’ll be all better. She won’t have to stay in hospitals any longer;

optimism surfaced again, as he suggested, “Well, then let’s get the surgery today

Liam, it doesn’t work that way.” The elevator chimed and opened, revealing the sixth floor. The mother

delight, racing over to hug his sister gently. “I missed you. Mummy didn’t let me come yesterday. She

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