Daisy lifted her phone, capturing each cheerful step as she climbed the stairs to our bedroom. The gentle morning light streamed in beautifully through the hallway. With a delightful lilt in her voice, "Day 269 of Ethan's life!" My little one is nearly nine months old, and today, I'm so excited to encourage him to say Mama. But first, let's sneak a peek at what my wonderful hubby is up to on this relaxed Sunday morning.
She pushed open the bedroom door, her gaze landing on me, hunched over my laptop at the desk. I didn't flicker from the screen as my fingers danced across the keyboard.
Hi, honey, Daisy called, leaning against the doorway.
Give me ten minutes, Daisy, I murmured. I'm almost done and I need to submit this work tomorrow.
Daisy crossed the room, placing her phone on the dresser with a soft click. Tilting her head, she teased, "Ten minutes? Uh? Is this some kind of secret mission? Or are you just avoiding me? I have been calling for more than half an hour. We have already passed our breakfast time."
Finally, I looked up, a smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth. Are you going somewhere?
Nope, Daisy replied. I'm staying right here. It's Sunday, Liam. I want to record Ethan. He's almost nine months old, and today's the day. I'm going to say Mama, and he's going to repeat it back.
I chuckled, leaning back in my chair. You sound confident.
Oh, I am confident, she said, closing my laptop with a playful snap. Climbing onto my lap, she looped her arms around my neck.
Do I look confident too?
My gaze roamed over her neck to her chest. You look great, as always. But that dress? It's hiding too much of your beauty. Maybe you should take it off.
Daisy raised an eyebrow. Hey, don't start. I know exactly what kind of dirty things are running through your mind right now. It's morning, and I'm hungry.
Me too, But not for food.
Daisy rolled her eyes and gently kissed me, her laughter soft against my lips. Stop talking about that, Ethan playing in the hall.
Soon after, we headed downstairs, where Ethan was joyfully playing with his toys. Daisy lifted Ethan into her arms "Hello, my little prince!"
Ethan giggled and reached out with his tiny hands for her face. I joined them, placing a kiss on Ethan's forehead before we all settled at the dining table. During breakfast, we exchanged laughter, dreams, and those small, treasured moments that defined our life together.
After breakfast, I sat cross-legged on the living room floor, and Daisy started recording. "Day 269," she said with excitement. I glanced at Ethan sprawled on the rug, his tiny legs kicking as he reached for his toy car.
Hi, Ethan cutie pie. Can you say, mama? Ma-ma.. Ma--maaa,....
I was next to him, Come on, buddy "Says, Dada. My son can say Dada, right?"
No favoritism, Liam. Ma-ma first, she teased.
Ethan giggled. Suddenly, he fell silent. His big green eyes met Daisy, and for a moment, it felt as if he understood.
"M-mama," he said, his tiny voice unsteady but clear with a smiley face.
My breath caught. "He said it!" she gasped, covering her eyes filled with tears. Liam, he said it! OMG, This was the best moment I ever had in my whole life.
Alright, alright. Mama wins I laughed, leaning over to ruffle Ethan's hair. But come on, little man. How about Dada? Just once for me.
Daisy calmly says Da-da, da-da...... my cutie pie for Daddy
Ethan looked at me, tilting his head. "Da-da," he said, louder this time.
YES! I shouted, scooping Ethan up as pride swelled in my chest. You make me proud, my son.
Ethan's laughter, Daisy's smiles, and our Happiness in this house feel like heaven.
But now, the laughter faded, replaced by a deafening silence as reality pulled me back to the emptiness of the hall. I sat in the same spot, staring at the floor where Ethan had once played. My phone was still in my hand, but the screen was dark. The vibrant laughter from that day was gone, replaced by an aching stillness.
Why does my life feel so complicated? I've never hurt anyone. I've always tried to make others happy. But why can't I have that same happiness? Does happiness hate me that much?
I swallowed the lump in my throat, tears threatening to fall. I felt as if I was merely surviving, like a parasite inhaling in a world that rejected me.
Watching a photo frame Daisy and Ethan smiling back at him. I loved you so much Daisy, and you too my man. I tried to hold on when Ethan went missing, believing I'd find him one day no matter what. But now... I can't even hope for myself. There's no one left for me.
I don't know what's my next step, completely blank and nothing left on my side. What is the purpose of living without a soul and every second feels like hell. So I decided to end my life without any desire.
Tears streamed down my face as I reached for the bottle of sleeping pills, placing it next to a glass of water. My heart pounded as I unscrewed the cap, pouring nearly half the pills into my palm. The thought of relief, escape, was the only thing keeping my shaking hand steady.
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and tipped the pills toward my mouth. I hesitate, thinking of Daisy and Ethan, before swallowing the pills, it is hard for me but I swallow without withdrawing my decision.
At the same time, suddenly, my phone buzzed on the table, startling me. I picked up the phone, and I got a text message from an unknown person. I opened the message.
Liam, I know you just took sleeping pills to end your life. Is this all you're capable of? Giving up? Do you think this is what Daisy and Ethan would've wanted? what if Daisy's death wasn't what it seemed? What if you've been living a lie? The truth is closer than you think.
I am confused by this text. what the fuck happening here? is that someone watching me?
An unknown user attached a file. I hesitated for a moment, then clicked on it. My weak network made the loading bar crawl, each second stretching unbearably as my mind raced with unease. Finally, the file opened. At first, my lack of enthusiasm lingered but as the image came into focus, a cold shock ran through me. My eyes widened, I was utterly stunned.