It felt as if a crushing weight dropped on my lungs no longer allowing me to breathe. As I saw my own mother on the floor of my kitchen my body started to become weak and my mind cloudy. My eyes couldn't hold the tears back and my legs couldn't hold my weight. Although my vision was blurred I could still see my mother lying on the floor with blood surrounding her head, I desperately tried to wake her, CPR, event the heimlich maneuver, nothing worked. But I already knew it wouldn't because her skin was cold and her heart wasn't beating.