He watched as her mother ran down the hill toward a little grocery store, clutching a little body clad in a frilly pink dress tightly to her chest.
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Three years later, the system tried to correct itself again.
Daimhin appeared in the bedroom and saw a five-year-old girl with blonde curls framing her little cute face, jumping up and down on a large double bed.
He heard her mother's voice from down the hall, "Taylor, stop jumping on that bed! You are going to hurt yourself."
Then fate stepped in, as it is supposed to do. Her foot got stuck within a fold of the bedding covering the bed. Her body lurched forward.
Daimhin stepped forward protectively to catch her, just as her head bounced off the corner of the bedside table. Quickly he pulled back, away from her, as two shock filled aquamarine coloured eyes looked up at him and saw him. Her forehead was covered in a sheen of red blood. The blood flowed freely from the gash.
Her hand came up and touched it. In amazement, she looked at the blood coating her fingers and then she started wailing for her mother.
Daimhin berated himself. All he needed to do was step toward her and touch her. This was how it was supposed to happen.
She looked up at him and smiled, even with her tears mingling with the blood from her forehead, which covered one side of her face. "You cannot take me. I am all my mommy has. Come back later."
Her mother came running into the room. "Taylor! What did I say about jumping on the bed?"
She scooped Taylor up into her arms and Daimhin followed them out to the garage. He got into the back of the car without having to open the door and went with them to the emergency room. The way the mother was speeding toward the hospital would no doubt cause an accident, and then he would take Taylor.
He knew he was playing with fire. As it was, he got this job because of his own lack of appreciating life. He was supposed to learn that you are not supposed to mess with the system and take your own life. He felt though that it was also not Taylor's time to go. He felt it in his heart. It was an inexplicable feeling and it resonated in his soul.
In the emergency room, he stood in a corner as they stitched up the gash in her forehead. Her mother had to physically lie down on top of her to hold her down while Taylor screamed blue murder.