My role as doctor was over and now I was only father and husband. We took my daughter's body back to the hospital to show her to her mother. We did not have much of a pretty blanket to wrap her in. But we did have a cheap but beautiful piece of Guatemalan cloth that did the job. I carried her in my left arm as I brought her to her mother. It seemed like such a long walk through the hospital. As I entered the ward, I passed by all of the happy mothers and their babies, until I reached Areli's bed all the way in the back.

After having been praying for our daughter and Sherwood and thinking in them both, suddenly saw Sherwood with our baby in his arms. I immediately knew what had happened and in part I felt peace not having to ask myself where they were or what was happening. But what most impacted me was that our daughter was no longer with us. When Sherwood came close and gave me my baby, I just wanted to thank God because I knew that she was with Him—without the pain and suffering of the tubes that were keeping her alive. And I felt thankful because in this moment I knew that God was listening to our prayers for her to be well. I cried with sadness because I missed her so much because just for a few hours she was with us and then no longer. But the best thing about this moment was that I had my baby in my arms and the most beautiful thing was to kiss her beautiful and soft face. Also, this time was remarkable for me because we three were together after all that had happened; and finally I could see my daughter in detail. It was amazing to see her beautiful face, her hands and little tiny delicate body. It was a hidden treasure found and she looked at lot like her dad. Sometimes when I think about this moment, I can close my eyes and return to this moment and feel her soft, delicate face on my lips.