How a Little Girl’s Memory Helps Save Her Dad’s Life
Lily’s Frantic Sprint
The sickening silence stretched on, broken only by John’s ragged gasps. The crimson stain on the soapy driveway seemed to mock the remnants of a joyful afternoon. Lily, frozen for a horrifying moment, felt a surge of raw determination pierce through the terror. No, she couldn’t stay paralyzed. Her father needed her.
She launched forward with a burst of adrenaline that belied her five years. Her tiny legs pumped furiously, each step echoing on the pavement like a desperate plea for help. The house now loomed ahead, and Every fiber of her was focused on reaching it, on getting help for her fallen father.
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