Turning Back the Clock Saving TamaraChapter 1
My daughter had been allergic to nuts since childhood. Yet, on Taste of Chicago Festival, my husband's "first love," Emerald Winston, sent over a box of five-nut mooncakes. They cruelly claimed her allergy was just an excuse and forced her to eat the mooncakes, which were filled with nut shells.
By the time I got home, the hospital had already called. They told me my daughter had died from an allergic reaction despite their best efforts to save her. She was only six years old. She died right there on the operating table. As I cradled her ashes in grief, my husband was off celebrating with Emerald and her son, who had just recovered from an illness.
But what my husband didn't know was that his "first love," Emerald, a doctor, had harvested bone marrow from my daughter's pelvis for her son's transplant.
When I confronted her, enraged, my husband pushed me off the balcony in a fit of anger. That fall killed me.
When I opened my eyes again, I realized I had returned to the day of the Taste of Chicago Festival. This time, I swore, things would be different. This time, I would make sure that those scumbags paid for what they had done!
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I felt a sharp pain in my chest, and tears streamed down my face as I snapped back to reality. Vomit and crushed mooncakes were scattered on the floor, and it suddenly hit me—I had truly gone back in time, back to the Taste of Chicago Festival.
I rushed out, determined to save my daughter, Tamara, who must be at the hospital by now. I had a chance to stop it all! But as I hurried outside, I ran straight into Clinton, my husband, who had just returned.
"Look at how spoiled that brat is!" he snapped, shaking his head. "She ruined the whole night. Emerald worked so hard making those mooncakes that she refused to eat them, pretending to be sick and vomiting everywhere. Poor Emerald even had to go to the hospital during the festival to check on her!"
He continued ranting, completely oblivious to the tragedy that awaited us in our previous life. "If she doesn't apologize tomorrow, then no meals for her—she can kneel!"