On Christmas

beside her.

A doctor was checking her pupils.

My hand flew to my mouth.

“Emma,” I whispered.

Her eyelids fluttered.

“Mama?”

I almost collapsed from relief.

“I’m here, sweetheart.”

“She kept saying she wanted Pancake,” Lily said weakly from the other bed. “I told her Pancake was waiting at home.”

I touched Emma’s forehead, then her little hand.

Her fingers were continue reading …