Everything was happening in slow motion. All the sounds around us were muffled. The water coming out of the faucet. My son's body twitching and then going limp. His clenched jaw and me splashing that cold water on his body. I kept saying "I love you son, breath. Breath. Please breath!"
I was only the good kid out of fear of God's punishment.
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