Chapter 10
“Mama,” Hazel’s little boy called out to her that morning during breakfast.
“Can we go see Daisy? I miss her,” the little boy said with an adorable pout.
“Yes, tiger. We’ll go see your sister today. Now finish up breakfast, Honey,” she instructed, taking off her
apron and joining him at the table.
“Yay, Daisy!” He cheered excitedly, scooping another spoonful of cereal.
She had already called the office to let them know she would bete that day. The small family of two
enjoyed their breakfast together, savoring the simple moments.
Hazel cleared the table while her son settled in front of the television, engrossed in a cartoon show.
The familiar intro song of “Puppy Dog Pals” echoed through the room, casting a calming and soothing
spell over the house.
Hazel hummed along to the theme song while her son danced to it, theirughter filling the
air.
“I love this feeling. If Daisy were home, everything would beplete. The house wouldn’t be this
quiet; she would have argued with her brother to watch a different TV show instead,” Hazel thought
sadly to herself with a sigh.
About four years ago, she had given birth to twins, a boy and a girl whom she had lovingly named
Daisy and Liam. Her daughter’s survival itself was a miracle. At birth, Daisy had been pronounced
stillborn, her fragile b*dy lifeless. But a determined nurse had refused to give up, tirelessly
administering CPR until the newborn’s weak cry pierced the silence, breaking
into tears.
Although Daisy had survived, she remained a very fragile child, requiring frequent hospital visits. The
hospital had be like a second home to them.
Hazel sighed once more, her little fighter enduring so much. The doctors had postponed the heart
surgery on ount of Daisy’s small and fragile frame, and they were walking on thin ice while waiting.
Daisy’sst seizure had thrown Hazel into a state of panic and fear. The night before, she and her kids
had baked cookies, enjoyed them, and taken their baths before bedtime.
The calmness of the house that night had been shattered by Liam’s frightened shriek while he shook
Hazel awake. “Mama, Daisy’s not breathing!” he had yelled, tears streaming down
his face.
Hazel had jumped out of bed and sprung into action, rushing Daisy to the hospital immediately. “Her
heart had slowed down,” the doctor exined to Hazel afterward. Daisy’s attacks and seizures were
unpredictable, demanding constant attention.
After each episode, Daisy would weakly clutch her mother’s dress with her small hands, and Hazel’s
heart would shatter at the sight of her frail daughter, wishing for her to grow up quickly and undergo the
surgery that might save her life–a surgery both expensive and high–risk.
Daisy had remained at the hospital for the rest of the week, with Hazel and her son allowed to visit her
regrly, their love and hope unwavering.
“Come on, Tiger,” Hazel said, extending her hand to her son. “Let’s go see your sister.”
“Yeahhhh,” Liam squealed, doing a small happy dance. He adored and was fiercely protective of his
younger sister. While she slept, most times, he would sneak into her room
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multiple times to ensure she was still breathing, and his presence offered Hazel aforting sense of
security. He was always watching over her.
Hazel, hand in hand with her son, descended the apartment stairs side by side, a mother–son pair with
an unbreakable bond. On their way to the hospital, people couldn’t help but steal nces at them.
Hazel’s face radiated a quiet beauty, and the adorable little boy she held receivedpliments for his
striking hair and adorable chubby face.
Upon entering the hospital, the unmistakable scent of antiseptics wafted through the air, causing both
mother and son to wrinkle their noses in unison.
“I don’t like this smell, Mummy,” Liam remarked as they proceeded straight to the children’s. ward.
Hazel shared Liam’s sentiment; she loathed the hospital environment. Nevertheless, it had be an
all–too–familiar ce for them; it was practically their second home.
Liam, a child wise beyond his years, empathized with his sister’s dislike for the hospital. “Daisy hates it
too. It stinks,” he added with a somber nod.
Inside the elevator, Liam confidently pressed the button for the sixth floor. His familiarity with the
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hospitalyout was remarkable for his age. Seeing his mother squatting down to his height, he met her
gaze with determination.
“Listen, Honey, very soon your sister will have the surgery, and she’ll be all better. She won’t have to
stay in hospitals any longer; she’lle home with us.”
Liam’s innocent optimism surfaced again, as he suggested, “Well, then let’s get the surgery today so
she cane home with us tomorrow!
Hazel chuckled gently, recognizing the purity of Liam’s wish. “Oh, Liam, it doesn’t work that way.” The
elevator chimed and opened, revealing the sixth floor. The mother and son stepped out, headed for the
children’s section where Daisy always stayed.
“Daisy!” Liam squealed with delight, racing over to hug his sister gently. “I missed you. Mummy didn’t
let mee yesterday. She made me go to school.”
Hazel giggled affectionately, her heart warmed by the sibling love on disy. She leaned over to ce
a tender k*ss on her daughter’s head. Daisy, however, looked even frailer and paler than before, a
painful reminder of her ongoing struggles.
Liam sprang into action, determined to brighten Daisy’s day. His yful antics brought a weak smile to
her l*ps, and they engaged in a fragile exchange of joy. Hazel couldn’t help but notice how pale and
fragile Daisy appeared, her heart aching at the sight.
The separation between Liam and Daisy was a necessary precaution; the excitement from their yful
interactions had proven too taxing on Daisy’s fragile heart.
“Oh, good you’re here. A word?” A doctor approached Hazel, diverting her attention. He affectionately
ruffled Liam’s hair before they both stepped out of the ward to converse.
The doctor’s tone grew serious as he shared concerning news. “She had a seizurest night. Listen,
Hazel, we may not have the experience or expertise for such a delicate surgery. However, there’s been
a recent breakthrough a groundbreaking surgery conducted in another hospital. I rmend that you
meet with the doctors there, discuss Daisy’s case, and seek their expert opinion. It’s possible she might
undergo the surgery earlier than originally nned.”
Hazel listened with rapt attention, hope blossoming in her heart. The doctor’s words offered a glimmer
of light in their otherwise challenging journey. “We’ll support you as much as we can,” he assured her, a
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Tears of gratitude welled up in Hazel’s eyes. “Thank you, thank you very much, Doctor.” “You’re
wee. I’ll write a rmendation and send a request to the hospital in Los Angeles,” the doctor
informed her.
“Los Angeles?” Hazel faltered, her smile gradually fading.
“Yes, there’s a doctor there who specializes in children’s surgeries with minimal risks. He’s the best fit
for Daisy’s case.”
Hazel nodded slowly, absorbing the information. “Alright then. I’ll await your instructions,” she replied as
the doctor walked away.
Hazel turned her gaze back to her daughter, her fragile form lying on the hospital bed. There was hope,
but it was located in Los Angeles–the same city where Ethan, the twins‘ father, resided. Hazel felt her
strength waver, and she leaned against the wall for support. They would be returning to a ce she
wasn’t yet prepared to face, but Daisy’s life depended on it. “Daisy, Liam, we’re going home,” she
whispered to herself, steeling her resolve for the challenges thaty ahead.