I couldn't believe that my daughter had passed away. I believed that as long as I took her to the hospital, she would be able to survive.
I picked up the keys and rushed to the hospital with my daughter in my arms.
"Mr. Salazar, your daughter has been dead for a long time."
"I don't believe it! Doctor, please save her, I'm begging you."
I knelt on the ground, holding the doctor's sleeve and pleading desperately.
The nurse covered my daughter with a white cloth and then called the police under the doctor's instructions.
I stayed with my daughter and refused to leave. I held her hand tightly, as if only in this way could I feel that she hadn't left me.
After a while, the sound of sirens came.
"Sir, when this girl was brought here, she had been dead for more than 24 hours. We suspect that something is wrong with her family, so we called you."
During the police interrogation, I was still in a daze.
I couldn't believe that my daughter had passed away like this. I would never hear her call me daddy again.
Just thinking about this, I couldn't help but cover my face, tears streaming down my face.
The police patted my shoulder and expressed their condolences.
Then they began to ask me questions.