tuesday was supposed to be a peaceful day. the girls and i were meeting up with friends for a small picnic. we were enjoying a light lunch with watermelon and sammies and pita and hummus. we were laughing, playing, admiring our children and appreciating the summer. suddenly viy is on the ground. in my arms. not responding entirely. her eyes roll back. i feel her limp. shallow breathing. she is so small and helpless, crumpled here in my embrace. i do not cry. i cannot cry. my friends are there to help in any way. i somehow talk through a 911 call. i talk to my hubby. i am approached by officers; i try to explain that my baby is going in and out of consciousness... for what seems like forever followed by an eternity. i tell cai that her sissy is fine. i tell viy that everything is fine; Jesus is with her. i see the ambulance. my hero... so strong i am fearful, but i hold tight to my faith. i pray to a faithful God. i do not know how i did ...
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