Don't make me say goodbye to my child while he's still breathing... Don't let his last breaths be before my eyes while I'm helpless! 💔😭
I'm not writing these words... I'm bleeding them, screaming them, holding on to them as if they're the last lifeline before everything else sinks. My child is lying in front of me now, his tiny body connected to wires, his eyes half-open as if begging for life, as if pleading for my help... But I have nothing but tears, nothing but pain, nothing but this last plea!
They told me, "Either you pay immediately, or we'll disconnect his respirator."
Can you imagine the meaning of these words? Can you imagine being told that your child's life is just a number on a bill? Being given a deadline to say goodbye as if his death is inevitable, for no reason other than that I'm poor?!
I haven't slept in days. I watch his chest rise and fall with difficulty, counting his breaths as if I'm saying goodbye to each one, and waiting... Will this be my last? Will I be shocked now? Will everything stop while I stand helpless?
Imagine holding your child in your arms, feeling their warmth, hearing their weak heartbeat… but knowing that you may only be hours, or maybe minutes, away from losing them. Imagine hearing their breathing as they slowly die, and you don't even have the power to scream to save them!
I'm not asking for much… I just ask for my child to live! To see him run, to hear his laughter again, to feel his tiny arms wrapped around me, instead of holding his body in my arms!
Please, I beg you, by anything, by any amount, by any means… Don't let him go! Don't let this darkness swallow our lives!
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Don't let my son be a story told after his passing… Make him a story of survival! 💔😭