How I helplessly watched my only son die in my hands – A pathetic story…
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It was on a bright saturday
afternoon, just hot like every other saturday. I was at a wedding reception of a
friend with my husband and our three children. About an hour after our arrival, my
son (18 years old) started feeling very uneasy and uncomfortable so we advised
him to go outside and stay for a while so he can enjoy some fresh air and get
better.
He
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Author: Linda Ikeji
