The voice coming through the walkie-talkie seemed to grow fainter and fainter, while everything before my eyes became increasingly blurry.I could no longer feel any physical pain. Gradually, I lost all sensation.I thought I could hear Dad's faint voice coming through the walkie-talkie. "Winnie, can you hear me? The ambulance will be there in three minutes. You'll be safe soon."He continued, "Don't blame me for what I did. I believe you can understand why I had to do it. I'll be waiting for you to come back."As I listened to Dad's voice, I recalled how he'd held me after Mom died and promised that from then on, we would always have each other.Later, he brought Monica home, and I had to share half of his affection with her. At first, it was a toy. Later, it was a bag of snacks. Eventually, it became a piece of jewelry and even an entire room.Whenever I showed the slightest sign of dissatisfaction, Dad accused me of competing with Monica for his affection.But I wasn't. I onl
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