Even though the doctor had seen many life situations, she still stared in disbelief. She hid her pity for me and shook her head, saying, "Then come in with me!"
On the operating table, my daughter's face was pale, and her body was filled with tubes, causing my eyes to ache with sadness.
The doctor gently pulled me and said, "Seize the opportunity while she is sober!"
Renee struggled to raise her eyelids, and her eyes sparkled with recognition upon seeing me. Yet, as her gaze shifted to the vacant area behind me, the glow in her eyes slowly dimmed.
I understood her disappointment.
She yearned for maternal love time and time again, only to be disappointed time and time again. In the end, she still couldn't see Yasmin.
"Dad..." she called me.
"Don't be afraid, Renee! Your mom is on her way! The doctor will cure you!"
Renee shook her head weakly, tears slowly streaming down her face.
I held her hand firmly as if trying to cling onto her swiftly slipping away life, yet my words failed to ignite any glimmer of hope within her.
Her bright eyes were dull and lifeless.
After the police rescued her from the human traffickers, Renee was like a different person.