My husband and I with our three sons and only daughter were living in my aunt's seven door apartment compound. My Aunt bought a wooden swing which she put in the driveway for the children.
My second son was alone in the swing when he fell on the concrete floor. That night he experience continuous vomiting and diarrhea.
Because he could not keep even water we took him to the hospital. The doctor diagnosed massive brain concussion. He was put on continuous dextrose injection and hospital rest.
As I watched by his bedside day and night I knew he could die at any moment. I sought refuge by reading the complete stories of O. Henry. I finished reading the 1646 – page book after a month as I took home a healthy son.
