After being rejected, I endured the pain and struggled to get up. Just as I was about to chase after Darrell, a call from the hospital came.
I picked it up immediately.
"Doctor, please give me some more time. We'll be there soon..."
I hope my lie could give some hope to the doctor and my daughter...
However, the phone was terribly silent.
A sense of foreboding overcame me.
The next second, the doctor's regretful voice came.
"Ms. Levy, I'm sorry! We've tried our best. Your daughter... has passed away."
As the phone was hung up, I felt my world had fallen apart.
Trembling, I hailed a taxi and climbed to the seat.
When I stumbled to the operating room, the door was open.
My beloved daughter was lying miserably on the operating table with her face couldn't even be recognized. Her eyes were closed forever.
Her whole body was covered in bruises and blood, and her broken ribs were protruding against her abdomen. She looked like a rag doll.
Her body gradually lost its temperature and felt cold.
It was so cold that I was also freezing all over!
My hands trembled as I hugged her gently, trying to warm her up.
But no matter how hard I tried, it was useless.
My daughter was dead!
I lay next to her. My eyes were sore, but I was in so much pain that I couldn't even shed a single tear.
I felt so desperate as I went to look for a gardener to restore my daughter to her previous look.
After being repaired, Alicia's face looked rosy, as if she was sleeping. It seemed that as long as I called her gently, she would wake up.
I called her name over and over again, but she wouldn't open eyes again and replied sweetly, "Mom!"
Two days later, I watched Alicia being sent to the furnace, but I still felt unreal.
It was as if it was just a nightmare.
It wasn't until Alicia's urn was handed to me that I had no choice but to accept the fact.
My daughter, whom I had carefully raised, had died at such a young age.
Her life was ended on the day when she just finished the SAT.
I could still recall the scene where she rushed out of the school, hugged me, and cheered, "I'm sure I can go to the top university!"
Alicia had been smart and sensible since she was a child. She knew I had been living a hard life, so she always worked hard silently and made herself my pride.
She said that this time, she must make me proud in front of her father and grandmother!