Losing My Daughter

The phone rang. “Come quickly.”

I held her in my arms. I looked at her sweet face, calmed by morphine. Everything was slowing down. It was time.

“Daddy isn’t here yet. Please hold on.”

“Honey, if you need to go now, it’s OK.”

One arm around my son and one holding her.

She was gone.

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