He Left Our Son Dying for the Son Who Was Never His
Leo struggled for breath for a long time before the monitor finally became plane and the doctors looked at me with a pair of eyes, filled with sympathy and remorse.
"We are sorry. But—"
"No..." I cut them off, my legs shivering. I was not ready to face the harsh reality of my life. Leo, my son, he was all good a moment ago. He could not leave me.
"D-Do something, doctor. Please!" I cried, but I knew how silly it was. No one could bring Leo back. No one was going to call me Mamma again. No one.
I wept at the door of Leo's ward until my tears dried up, until my heart was hollowed out and I felt nothing. No remorse at all.