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!
However, before she could support me, she turned into a handful of ashes and lay in a small and cramped box.
I hugged the box tightly and tried to imagine that this was my daughter.
The memories of eighteen years of being together flashed through my mind like a movie.
Finally, my tears fell on the box.
I chose a beautiful place for my daughter to be buried.
It was not until seven days later that Darrell called me.
His voice sounded cold.
"Today is Alicia's birthday. Prepare some gifts for her as usual and ask her to celebrate with my elder sister.
"Remember to dress decently. Don't make any more trouble! Otherwise, we'll get a divorce!"
Katelyn's coquettish voice came from the phone.