His redemption after our daughter’s death

“Bellaaaaaaa!” I scream at the top of my lungs as her little body, stained with blood, hits the ground.

The world around me fades as I hold her in my arms. I glance at the truck that just hit her—there's no number plate or anything to identify it.

“Mommy...” Her faint voice grips my heart with excruciating pain. I lift her small body and run toward my car, but she takes her last breath in my arms.

My steps freeze, and time seems to stop. Did I just lose my daughter?

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