The search seemed to stretch forever.
I kept looking at the water.
Every small movement made me turn.
Every splash made my heart race.
The officers were communicating through their radios.
I could hear pieces of their conversations.
Coordinates.
Distances.
Descriptions.
I tried to follow everything.
Then Dax shouted.
"Over there!"
I turned so quickly that I nearly lost my balance.
He was pointing toward an orange channel marker.
At first, I couldn't understand what he had seen.
Then I noticed something beside it.
A small shape.
Pink.
My mouth opened.
"That's her!"
I stood up.
"That's Cassie!"
The officer moved toward the front.
Another patrol boat changed direction.
I could barely breathe.
Dax continued pointing.
"She's holding on!"
I looked harder.
There was a little girl beside the marker.
Her arms were wrapped around it.
Her pink swimsuit was visible above the water.
I recognized her immediately.
My daughter.
My Cassie.
I began screaming.
"Cassie!"
She lifted her head.
For one terrible second, I wasn't sure whether she had heard me.
Then she turned.
"Mommy!"
That single word went through me.
I started crying so hard that I couldn't speak.
The patrol boat moved closer.
An officer leaned over the side.
"Sweetheart, we're coming to get you!"
Cassie was still holding the orange marker.
Her little arms were stretched around it.
I remembered the instructions I had given her.
Find something that floats.
Hold on.
Wait for Mommy.
She had listened.
She had remembered.
My little girl had remembered what I taught her.
The officer reached down.
Another officer helped support him.
They carefully lifted Cassie from the water.
She looked so small.
Her hair was wet and stuck to her forehead.
Her face was pale.
Her lips were trembling.
But she was there.
She was alive.
I tried to reach her.
"Let me see her!"
The officer turned toward me.
"We've got her."
I reached out anyway.
They brought her aboard.
The moment I touched her hand, I broke down completely.
"Mommy's here, baby."
She looked at me.
Her eyes were frightened.
"Mommy?"
"I'm here."
I held her face.
I kissed her forehead.
I checked her arms.
Her shoulders.
Her little hands.
I didn't know what I was looking for.
I just needed to feel that she was real.
She started coughing.
A deep, painful cough.
My happiness turned into fear again.
"What's wrong?"
One of the officers moved closer.
"She's having trouble breathing."
I looked at Cassie.
She coughed again.
Her little body shook.
"Mommy, I swallowed water."
I held her hand.
"I know, sweetheart."
The officer reached for the medical radio.
He requested emergency medical assistance.
I looked toward the shore.
"Please hurry."
The patrol boat began moving.
Cassie leaned against me.
Her eyes were partly closed.
I brushed the wet hair away from her face.
"Stay with Mommy."
She nodded faintly.
I kept talking.
I told her about the pink blanket waiting at home.
I told her about the stuffed rabbit on her bed.
I told her that I loved her.
I didn't want silence.
I didn't want her closing her eyes without hearing my voice.
The officers moved quickly.
When we reached the dock, emergency responders were waiting.
They helped Cassie onto a stretcher.
I followed them.
One of the responders asked me to step aside while they checked her breathing.
I didn't want to let go.
But I understood.
They needed room to help her.
I stood close enough to see her face.
A responder placed equipment near her.
Another checked her breathing and pulse.
They asked how long she had been in the water.
I couldn't give them an exact answer.
I told them when I saw her fall.
I told them when Trey returned.
I told them about the search.
I explained that she had been holding onto an orange channel marker.
They asked whether she had swallowed water.
I said yes.
The responder nodded.
"She's going to the hospital."
I climbed into the ambulance.
The doors closed.
The sound of the siren filled the space.
I held Cassie's hand.
She was still coughing.
I wanted to ask a hundred questions.
Instead, I kept saying the same thing.
"You're safe now."
She looked at me.
"Did I do good?"
I nearly stopped breathing.
I leaned closer.
"You did so good, baby."
"I held on."
"I know."
"Like you said."
I kissed her fingers.
"Exactly like I told you."
She closed her eyes.
I held her hand tighter.
At the hospital, the medical team took her inside.
I followed until someone stopped me.
They explained that they needed to assess her breathing.
I stood outside the room.
My clothes were still wet.
Water dripped from my sleeves onto the floor.
I looked down and noticed that I was still wearing one of my sandals.
The other one was missing.
I couldn't remember losing it.
A nurse approached.
"Are you her mother?"
"Yes."
"What's her name?"
"Cassie Navarro."
She checked the information.
"We're treating her now."
I nodded.
"Please tell me how she's doing."
"We'll update you as soon as we can."
I sat down.
My hands wouldn't stop shaking.
I looked at the clock.
I couldn't remember the exact time.
The afternoon had become one long emergency.
A doctor eventually came out.
He explained that Cassie had inhaled water and needed close monitoring.
They were watching her lungs and breathing.
I asked whether she was going to be okay.
He didn't give me a promise.
He explained that they needed to continue observing her.
I understood.
I hated every word.
But I understood.
I sat beside her bed when they allowed me inside.
She looked exhausted.
There was a hospital blanket over her.
Her wet hair had begun to dry.
I brushed it away from her forehead.
She opened her eyes.
"Mommy?"
"I'm here."
"Is Uncle Trey coming?"
I froze.
I hadn't expected that question.
I looked at her.
"Why do you ask?"
She looked down at the blanket.
"He was driving."
I held her hand.
"I know, sweetheart."
"He didn't turn around."
I felt something tighten in my chest.
I didn't want to put my anger into her little mind.
Not now.
Not while she was recovering.
I simply kissed her forehead.
"You're safe now."
She nodded.
Then she closed her eyes again.
I stayed beside her.
I didn't leave.
Not even when a nurse brought me dry clothes.
Not even when my phone started vibrating.
There were missed calls from my mother.
Several from my father.
Two from Trey.
I turned the phone face down.
I had spent enough of that afternoon listening to people who wanted me to stay quiet.
My daughter needed me.
That was the only thing I cared about.
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