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.

child, requiring frequent hospital visits. The hospital had become like a second home to

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

calmness of the house that night had been shattered by Liam’s frightened shriek while he shook Hazel

his face.

had jumped out of bed and sprung into action, rushing Daisy to the hospital immediately. “Her heart had

with her small hands, and Hazel’s heart would shatter at the sight of her frail daughter, wishing

at the hospital for the rest of the week, with Hazel

extending her hand to her son.

dance. He adored and was fiercely protective of his younger sister. While she slept,

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

the hospital, people couldn’t

the hospital, the unmistakable scent of antiseptics wafted through the air, causing

Liam remarked

it had become an all–too–familiar place for them;

wise beyond his years, empathized with his sister’s dislike for the hospital. “Daisy hates it too.

the button for the sixth floor. His familiarity with the hospital layout was remarkable for his age. Seeing his mother squatting down to his height, he met

better. She won’t have to stay in hospitals any longer; she’ll come home with

innocent optimism surfaced again, as he suggested, “Well, then let’s get the surgery today so she can come home with

and opened, revealing the sixth floor. The mother and son stepped out, headed for the children’s section where

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

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