Through the glass windows, I could see water gushing out of the vents at high velocity, filling the building with gallons of chlorine filled water. I looked down at the pushchair, and back inside. What do I do? Violet! Mum! Dad! My twins, or my daughter? How was I supposed to choose? How could I pick one, or two children over another? Would I be able to save my daughter? Would Violet get out of there? Tears filled my eyes as I watched the horror before me. I could see people fighting for their lives, children drowning in the deep water filling the room up. It was all happening so quickly. "Violet!" I began screaming, gripping the handles of the double pushchair, as the tears fell in torrents down my face. Water started bubbling up through the grates across the pavement on which I stood. There was so much water inside the underground building that it was overflowing into the street! Oh god, Violet. Oh my baby. She can't die. She can't. I was in shock. My life was falling apart right before my eyes and I had no control over it. I couldn't leave Dex and Willow, but I needed to save Violet. I was at a crossroads, feeling so guilty for having to pick the twins over Violet. I was forced to make a decision I didn't want to make. You are never supposed to pick one child over another, but that's what I've had to do. I've been forced to stand out here and watch as people drown inside that building along with my precious daughter.