8

8

When I woke up in the hospital, it was already three days later.

The doctor regretfully told me that the injuries to my legs were too severe to be saved.

But I was completely unconcerned about myself, my mind was filled with thoughts of my Lele.

The doctor saw my despondence and didn't say more, sighing as he left.

My fingernails dug deep into my palms, leaving terrifying blood marks.

The grief of losing a child, how can it not hurt!

That was the child I carried for ten months, a treasure I brought back with half my life after a journey to the gates of hell.

From the moment they came into the world crying, to babbling, to talking and laughing.

My Lele, so well-behaved, so sensible.

Until death, he never cried out in pain.

I still remember the look in his eyes before they closed completely, reaching out a small hand trying to wipe away my tears.

"Mom, don't cry... Lele... doesn't... doesn't hurt... want to... smile more..."