Mrs. Farrell stood helplessly on the lakeside boardwalk, gazing at her child from a distance.
The swaddling clothes lay still, and whether the child inside was dead or alive, she desperately wanted to rush over but could only hesitate desparately by the lake, unable to move forward.
She did not fear the freezing lake water, but she worried that she would not make it to the center of the lake in time and her actions would cause the cracks in the ice layer to widen, endangering the innocent child with the risk of falling into an ice hole!
In the cold of February, what great suffering it would be for a baby not yet a year old to fall into the icy waters!
"Who can save her... who can save her... who will come save us both, mother and child..." Mrs. Farrell mourned as she slowly crouched down, feeling that if her daughter died, she would have no desire to live either.
