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.

a very fragile child, requiring frequent

sighed once more, her little fighter enduring so much. The doctors had postponed the heart surgery on account of Daisy’s small and fragile frame, and they were walking on thin ice while waiting. Daisy’s last seizure had thrown Hazel into

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

his face.

Daisy to the hospital immediately. “Her heart had slowed down,” the doctor explained to Hazel afterward. Daisy’s attacks and seizures were unpredictable, demanding

sight of her frail daughter, wishing for her to

week, with Hazel and her son allowed to visit her regularly,

Tiger,” Hazel said, extending her hand to

of his younger sister. While she

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

hand in hand with her son, descended the apartment stairs side by side, a mother–son pair with an unbreakable bond. On their way to the hospital, people couldn’t help but steal glances at them. Hazel’s face radiated a

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

Liam remarked as they proceeded straight to the

loathed the hospital environment. Nevertheless, it had become an all–too–familiar place for them; it was practically

for the hospital. “Daisy hates it too.

with the hospital layout was remarkable for his age. Seeing his mother squatting down to his height,

better. She won’t have to stay in hospitals any

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

chuckled gently, recognizing the purity of Liam’s wish. “Oh, Liam, it doesn’t work that way.” The elevator chimed and opened, revealing the sixth floor. The mother and son stepped out, headed for the children’s

gently. “I missed you.

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