Chapter 8

Now I am the shades of my former self. To make caring for Delia easier, I bought an electric wheelchair, which I'm sure will come in handy in the future.

Late at night, when all was quiet, I went to use the restroom. Shortly after, I heard the frantic voices of nurses.

"501, where's that burned little girl from 501 gone?"

I snapped awake instantly. It was Delia!

I ran out and grabbed a nurse, asking, "How is that possible? She's burned in so many places!"

We began searching floor by floor, thinking she couldn't have gone far.

But as if by some psychic connection, I turned my head and saw a figure plummeting down. Without thinking, I ran to the window.

Delia was like a blooming red flower. As her blood exploded outward, my heart died with her.

Thinking of this, I once again saw my daughter. I cried so hard I could barely breathe.

Delia kept wiping away my tears, saying with resignation,

"Mom, why are you acting like a little kid, crying so hard?"