The Greatest Sacrifice

My tearstained eyes met hers. "Mommy, what are you doing?" She asked.
"What I should have done years ago, baby. I just wanted to tell you that mommy loves you very much, and you are the best daughter I could have ever asked for." I leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Now go back to sleep." I watched as sleep took over her little body, and her eyelids fluttered shut. I sighed as I knew I would never get to see them open again. I picked up her limp body,and carried her to her bed, savoring the relaxing breaths that rippled through her body. Laying her tenderly down, I relized what I would be missing out on. Her entire life! But my pain was too unbearable. I opened the bottle, and selecting eighteen pills, I drowned them in water, and felt as every last one slipped down my throat.
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I opened my eyes. Where was I? I did not know. Who was I? Then it all came flooding back to me: the suicide attempt. Nurses rushed into my tiny hospital room, and asked me questions. But I could not answer them until they told me where she was. But I couldn't speak. I couldn't breathe. I could only see, and think. I felt myself drifting away, losing consciousness, but it was wrong. I tried pinching myself, only to find no results. I then understood. This was death. This was me making the greatest sacrifice a mother could make for a child. I had taken out a $40,000 life insurance on myself a week prior. This money would be Harper's, so she could live a live better thsn the one she was born with. So I was satisfied.