"Uncle, can we go see Mommy?"

Aviva's little face was full of worry. Faced with the little ones, my expression softened a lot. "Go ahead, your mommy is resting. Speak softly so as not to wake her up."

The little ones nodded obediently and walked in a line, carefully entering the room. In the hospital room, Aimee was sound asleep. At first glance, she looked just like she did when she was unconscious.

Seeing her like this, the little ones were once again filled with fear. "Don't be afraid, she's just asleep. She'll wake up tomorrow morning,"

I reassured them before they could even speak. "Goodnight Mommy." Cyrus suddenly tiptoed...