In My Desperate Time

NICU is open twice a week. I am not sure when I will have to go back to prison.

In prison, it would be very difficult to see my daughter.

And I don't want her to know that her mother is a criminal who has been put in jail for trying to shoot her father.

How could she face such a life in the future?

I reach out, eager to touch her face. But she must stay in the incubator.

I can only feel her little face through the glass.

When the visiting hours are over, I reluctantly leave.

After returning to the ward, I stare at Mindy who is sitting opposite and flirting with David for a while and finally make up my mind to make a request.

"Mindy, please be the mother of my child."

It is much harder than I have imagined to say that personally.

"I am the godmother of this kid. She's my daughter too, isn't she?" Mindy was puzzled.

It seems that she still doesn't understand what I mean.

her mother is in prison. She's so young. She shouldn't live such a miserable life. If you can raise her up,

are you talking about? This is your child. Of course, you must take care of her yourself! Don't talk to me as

down

pain of losing you anymore. I've been in fear once. I

words make me feel

voice, "I'm almost recovered. I guess I'll have to be back in

to

if I am reluctant to part with my daughter, I have no other

back

and glares

indulgently at her and says,

stands up and

to go back. You're on

after serving at

say your case is special,

David says casually.

how he makes it, I know it's not

need to

company

it's too