He knelt on the cold floor tiles, the usually composed and dignified man now hunched over, his hands clutching his hair, tears falling to the ground and shattering into cold puddle spots. He pleaded repeatedly with the emergency room door , "Doctor, please, please save my son..."
Anyone who saw that would feel sorry for her.
I stood to the side, trembling, filled with self-blame and fear, wishing I could take all the pain away from my son.
Unfortunately, heaven did not hear our prayers.
An acute allergic reaction caused severe damage to my nervous system. My son survived, but he will never again be the little angel who would call me "Mommy" in his sweet voice and run into my arms to cuddle.
He became demented, his eyes were vacant, and he needed to be fed to swallow. Even Liam and I, his closest relatives, could not recognize him.
I was on my way to the hospital when, in my anxiety, I lost control of my car and crashed into the guardrail.