My daughter, Lila Hayes, lay with her small body covered in tubes and machines. Her pale face was tinged with a sickly red.I rubbed my eyes. Somehow, I had returned to this familiar scene, witnessing the heart-wrenching moment from my past life once again.With trembling hands, I reached for my little girl’s warm hand. My heart ached, and tears rolled down my cheeks."Dad misses you so much, my sweet daughter. I miss you… I’m so sorry..."My wife, Emma Hayes, gently patted my shoulder."Don’t disturb her anymore, let’s go. It’s time."At the nurse’s urging, I forced my shaky legs to move, and we left the ICU together.We sat down in a cramped office, and Emma placed a pen in my hand."You’ve seen it for yourself. Every second Lila stays alive after brain death is just suffering for her."She gestured to the organ donation consent form. "Sign it, let her be at peace."Hearing the cold, matter-of-fact tone in her voice, a surge of hatred shot through me, drying up my tears instantly.I
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