ADVERTISEMENT
She Walked Away While My Son Was Dying — The Secret He Left Changed Everything
The hospital room was unbearably quiet except for the steady rhythm of machines fighting to do what his small body no longer could. I remember staring at the door, waiting for it to open. Waiting for her to come back.
When my eight-year-old son, Daniel, was rushed into emergency surgery after a sudden aneurysm, our world collapsed in a matter of minutes. One moment he was laughing about a science project. The next, he was unconscious in an ambulance, sirens screaming into the night.
ADVERTISEMENT
