Heart-Wrenching Moment as Mother Trembles While Removing Life Support for Her 5-Year-Old Daughter: “Sleep Well, My Sweet Girl. From Now On, You Won’t Have to Suffer Anymore.”

A Mother’s Unwavering Love and Sacrifice

When I was three months pregnant with my daughter, my deceitful lover abandoned me. At that time, my friends and family all urged me to terminate the pregnancy. Even my mother, in tears, fell to her knees and pleaded with me:

“I beg you, my child, let go of this baby and start over. If you keep this child, you will lose your future and ruin your entire life.”

But no matter how much they pressured me, I refused. Despite the judgment from colleagues, neighbors, and even people from my hometown, I stood firm in my decision to keep my child.

With tears streaming down my face, I begged my mother:

“I made a mistake by loving the wrong person, and I will bear the consequences. But my child is innocent. Please, let me keep this baby.”

My mother sighed heavily and warned me sternly:

“Think carefully. If you decide to keep the baby, then you must bear all the struggles alone. I won’t hear a word of complaint.”

A Difficult Journey of Single Motherhood

Despite the harsh words and judgment, I chose to keep my baby. Though my parents were initially against it, they couldn’t ignore my hardship and ultimately showed me compassion.

When I went into labor, my mother rushed from our hometown to be by my side. She took care of me for two months postpartum before returning home, leaving me to navigate single motherhood alone.

When my daughter was six months old, I had to return to work. My mother urged me to send my child to her care in our hometown. With no other choice, I entrusted my little girl to my mother until she turned two, when I brought her back to live with me in my small rental home.

Every morning, I would take her to preschool before heading to work, and every evening, I would pick her up. On weekends, we would cook together, draw, or go out to explore.

Being a single mother was exhausting and lonely at times, but watching my daughter grow every day brought me immense happiness. I worked tirelessly for five years, saving every penny I could. Finally, with 900 million VND from my own earnings and an additional 300 million from family and friends, I purchased a small apartment for the two of us to finally have a stable home.

A Brief Moment of Joy Before Tragedy Struck

The day we moved into our new home, my daughter was beyond excited. She ran around, chattering non-stop:

“Mommy, our house is so beautiful! This living room is mine, this bedroom too! Mommy, you can have just the kitchen!”

I laughed and teased her, “Oh wow, you’re so smart! Fine, you can have the whole house.”

She giggled mischievously, “Mommy, remember, you said it’s all mine now!”

Our happiness was short-lived. Three months after moving in, tragedy struck.

The Unimaginable Accident

One morning, while my daughter was still fast asleep, I decided to take a quick trip to the market nearby to buy groceries. I was gone for only 20 minutes.

As I returned, I noticed a large crowd gathered in the apartment complex’s courtyard. Curiosity led me closer, and my heart nearly stopped when I saw a small child lying lifeless on the ground.

It was my daughter.

She had fallen from the seventh floor.

By some miracle, the trees near the courtyard had cushioned her fall, preventing instant death. She was rushed to the hospital, but the doctors informed me that she had suffered multiple fractures and severe brain damage.

For over three months, she remained in a coma, reliant on life support. As the weeks passed, her condition only worsened. Doctors finally told me that my daughter had suffered brain death, and they gently advised me to consider withdrawing life support.

The Most Painful Decision of My Life

I knew nothing about medicine, but I was her mother—I refused to give up. Despite not having much money, I begged the doctors to do everything possible to save her. But every doctor I consulted simply shook their head.

Eventually, my parents traveled to the hospital to bring my daughter home. Seeing her tiny, fragile body lying motionless, my father and mother, with tears in their eyes, pleaded with me:

“It’s time to let her go. Life and death are destined. Her time with us has ended. She must be exhausted lying here like this.”

Hearing those words shattered my heart into pieces. I had no more tears left to cry. My hands trembled as I reached for the ventilator, my voice shaking as I whispered my final words to my beloved child:

“Sleep well, my sweet girl. From now on, you won’t have to suffer anymore.”

A Life Left Empty

The funeral has now been completed. My daughter is gone.

Yet, I feel like I have lost myself, too.

How am I supposed to go on living in this house, a home that no longer has my daughter’s presence?