The Moment

On 22 March, 2012 I lost my son.  He was 103 days old. I got a phone call around 2:30 pm i was just came back from lunch. My daycare owner told me to get to daycare immediately. I still remember the voice from her vividly, she asked: "Can you come to daycare centre now? your son has no breathing, he is turning into purple!"

I begged her " Can you please send him to hospital/clinic as soon as possible????" I cried. 

I then grabbed car's key and sped all the way from my office to daycare. Then i prayed he be alright, let me get there and find it was just a minor scare.
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(to be continued, I can't afford to finish this at once)