When my son Liam was rushed to the hospital after a severe accident, everything else in my life faded into the background.
Nothing mattered except him.
The steady rhythm of medical machines filled the room as I sat beside his bed, holding his hand and whispering that I was there, that he wasn’t facing this alone.
After spending the night awake in a hard waiting-room chair, I called my manager to ask for five days off so I could stay with my child.
The following morning, I showed up at the office dressed as I always was.
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