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.