[ WP ] You hold your dying child in your arms and their life passes before your eyes . Let the feels run freely tonight .

*Sasha. I watched you grow up. I taught you how to walk, talk, read. It's so strange to think about. I created you, and now you're almost seven years old, a thinking, feeling human. * 
 
 *Your mother wanted to name you Edna, after her mother. So you became Sasha Edna Williams. Our little girl. * 
 
 
 Sasha tries to speak, but she can barely breathe. I hold her closer in my arms. 
 
 
 *Quiet, now, hush. Do n't try to talk. Shhh. There, there. It'll all be over soon. Just think about unicorns. Think about me reading to you. Remember that? I always read to you, even when you asked me to read the same book to you for the thousandth time. I loved it. You would say, `` Do the voices, Daddy! Do the voices!! `` * 
 
 `` Daddy...'' Sasha says, struggling to even breathe. `` Why?'' 
 
 *I'm sorry, Sasha. Do n't be scared. It's all alright. You'll be six years old, forever. * 
 
 Sasha's breathing has stopped, and her last tear slides down her cheek. 
 
 I pull the knife out of her chest and stab her one more time, just to be sure.
