Poppy, just a tender three years of age, was left inconsolable after the blow. In a fit of impatience, Selena seized the weeping Poppy with a deliberate roughness, tossing her into the car and then heartlessly casting her out onto the pavement.
Poppy's small head met the unforgiving ground with a thud, and from the wound, a crimson stream began to flow.
I was so mad!
In a desperate surge, I lunged forward to reclaim my daughter, but a rogue car, ignoring the red light, surged forth with lethal speed, striking me with such force that I was hurled through the air and finally landed several feet away.
As life ebbed away from me, the final image seared into my soul was of my beloved Poppy, trying to stem the blood from her wounded head with her hand as her cry pierced through the chaos. She called out for me.
Following my tragic end, Henry, once my husband, assumed control over my remains. With a detached resolve, he had me cremated.
"Purchasing a cemetery plot is far too costly. Why not simply find some arbitrary spot and scatter her ashes there?"
His voice, laced with an indifference that chilled me to the core, echoed in my mind. I hardly believed he was the man I had vowed to spend my life with and the one whose side I had left only in sleep.
In the aftermath of my demise, I believed my soul would wander aimlessly, forever tethered to my daughter's side.
The day my daughter was injured, Henry rushed her to the hospital. Her condition, thankfully, was not grave.
I lingered around the hospital.
In the deep silence of the night, a luminous white light appeared, and from within its glow, an elderly woman emerged.
Her smile was warm and comforting. "Your earthly bonds remain unresolved. Your wrongs have yet to be righted. This is not the time for reincarnation. You must go back."
Upon awakening, I was inexplicably transported back to an era before the divorce cleaved my world apart. The life I had lived seemed like an ephemeral dream. I found myself once again by my daughter's side.
Tears of joy streamed down my face as I held my daughter tightly.
If God had granted me a rebirth, I vowed not to let the villains triumph. Henry would pay for his sins.
The clock struck two in the morning, the hour when destiny's wheel began to turn.
My phone rang.
As expected, it must be Henry who requested a ride home from his alleged overtime work.