She stopped once she was out of the ward. The sun had already set, and the night was approaching as the day was finally coming to an end. She put her hands together, hands facing each other.
Her bone marrow must match Rainy's. She was not afraid of the pain. She could lose everything but not her daughter. As long as there was a way to save her, she was willing to do anything. However, everything was unknown to her, and no one could give her an answer to the uncertain. Only time would tell as she waited for the judgment.
Whether it's life or death.
In heaven or in hell.
She returned to Rainy's side and sat as her daughter lay asleep. With her hand gently on her daughter's hair, she felt powerless to stop her tears when they started to fall once again.
Due to the frequency of the chemotherapy, Rainy might lose her beautiful hair. Her daughter loves to look pretty. What would she do if she lost her hair?
