He gets off work on time every day, comes home to cook for us, and even turns down all social engagements just to coax our daughter to sleep.
At that time, I had a thorn on my hand, and he would feel distressed for a long time whenever my daughter cried...
But everything changed when Isabella appeared.
He is no longer a husband who loves me, nor is he a father who dotes on Emily...
The scene in the dream changed, and suddenly Emily's painful voice appeared:
"Mom, it hurts so much... help me... help me quickly..."
I hurriedly tried to pull her, but found that my hands were empty. I woke up suddenly and the smell of disinfectant was all around me.
As I gradually lost consciousness, I tore off the quilt and stumbled towards the emergency room.
But when I searched all the beds, I couldn't find my daughter.
Just when I was getting anxious and didn't know what to do, I heard the nurses talking.
"The little girl who was bitten by a poisonous snake yesterday was so pitiful. She could have been saved by taking a shot of serum, but she was dragged to death in the end. Her face was black when she died..."
My heart sank to the bottom in an instant. I grabbed the nurse and asked tremblingly: