My daughter asked me to "kill her". I did, and I would do it all over again

About a month ago, on the 22nd of April (i know you guys don't care but it's helping me to write this down), my little girl "Sammy" got admitted to our local hospital. She was 14. She was the most charming girl in the world with a little angelic face and a wild curly hair. It was only a few months ago that she was diagnosed with a brain tumor. <br><br>Her cancer was very aggressive and, even when it was diagnosed, it was stage 4. Still, the doctors at the hospital were optimistic and said that she could live for a couple more months. They were wrong. She barely lasted 3 months. I was heartbroken. My girl was constantly crying in pain and her hair was all gone. <br><br>She looked nothing like the girl I once knew. I felt hopeless looking at my little girl like this. That night, I couldn't sleep. I woke up around 3 am. I decided to walk down to the cafeteria to buy some coffee. It was midnight, and the lights were off everywhere. I walked past a few rooms. I could hear the sound of the machines beeping next to people who were close to dying.<br><br>I took a right turn after a nurse station to go to the elevator. I saw an elderly lady sitting by the side in a wheelchair. She was wearing a hospital gown so I guessed she was also admitted. I greeted her and she looked up at me. <br><br>I stopped immediately and looked back at her face. Something about her face looked familiar. I couldn't put my finger on it. She asked me what was wrong but I couldn't answer. I quickly rushed towards the elevator and came back to Sammy's room. I couldn't get that lady's face out of my head.<br><br>The rest of the night, I couldn't sleep. I couldn't focus. The next morning, I took Sammy to her appointed doctor. While waiting in the waiting area downstairs, I saw the lady again. I got up from my chair and walked towards her. She looked at me and said, "You must be the father whose girl got admitted the other night." I nodded and asked her "Ma'am do I know you?"<br><br>She looked me straight in the eye and said, "I'm not sure but you might know your daughter." I was taken aback by her answer and I couldn't say anything. A nurse called us and I had to take Sammy for her check-up. I looked back and she was walking away. I didn't see her the whole day after that. When we came back, I asked the nurse about that lady but she said no one was there.<br><br>The next morning, I saw her again. She was next to the water cooler on our floor. I walked down to her. She was filling her bottle with water. I asked her, "You mean my daughter Sam?" She nodded saying "yes i mean Sam." I asked her how she knew Sam. Before she could answer, the floor nurse came running to me. She told me that my daughter was coughing out blood. <br><br>I didn't think about that lady for the whole day. The next day, my daughter was gone. She was dead. Late at night, i came downstairs to get some coffee and grief over my daughter's death. I couldn't find anyone I knew. No one from the hospital staff. It was just me in the waiting area. I sat down and cried.<br><br>"Sir!" Someone shouted at the top of her voice. I looked up. It was the lady. She poked her head from the lift and said, "I'm proud of you. You're much braver than I thought you would be. Your daughter will live a better life, thank you." I was so dumbfounded that I couldn't say anything. I wanted to know what she meant. <br><br>I wanted to know how she knew my daughter, I wanted to know how she was proud of me and how she knew my daughter. Before I could say anything, the lift doors closed and she was gone. I came back to Sammy's room. It was empty. The bed was empty and the machines were also removed. I didn't care. I didn't know what the lady said but I somehow felt better. <br><br>I could sleep tight that night. The next day, I went home and took a good long shower. I got back to my routine the next day i.e today. I went grocery shopping, I went to the gym, I ate good food and i finally slept like a baby. I knew that my girl was suffering so much in that bed. <br><br>I knew she wouldn't last long. I know I won't see her ever again but i was at peace. She wasn't suffering anymore and i was happy. If my daughter could talk right now, she'd say "Daddy, you're so strong." I'm strong? I'm not strong. I'm the weakest guy alive. I couldn't save my daughter, I couldn't even see her die.<br><br>I couldn't look at her and say "goodbye my angel, I'll see you on the other side." But somehow I was at peace. I had to know why. I had to know what that lady wanted to say to me when the lift doors closed. I had to know what she meant. I drove to the hospital and got to the waiting area where i first saw her. <br><br>It was midnight, just like that night. I waited and waited but she never came. I was hopeless. I was waiting for 3 hours and had gotten no answer. I decided to go back home. Thegorm I was about to leave, I noticed something. I noticed a lady wheelchair with a purse hanging from the side of it. <br><br>I walked closer. I opened the purse. It was her purse. There was a note inside, "Daddy, I was waiting for you since 3 am. I know you'll be here. I'm 6 years old again. It feels so good that my hair is back. I'm not hurting anymore, everything is fine. I'm going with this lady. I'll see you soon. Until then, goodbye. Your little angel, Samantha." <br><br>I have no idea who that lady was. But I knew one thing for sure, I'd see my daughter again. She won't hurt anymore. If my little girl asked me to "kill her" again, I'd do it in a heartbeat.