It is a regular day for me. I wake up and start my normal morning routine. I hear my daughter getting ready for her work day. Due to COVID, I am able to work remotely. It is a blessing in disguise. While turning my computer on, I am met with my daughter kissing me goodbye. I enjoy these moments of endearment with her.

My day so far has been very productive. I look at the time and realized my daughter will be home soon. I closed my computer for the day and begin to cook dinner for the two of us. We ate and laugh during our dinner time. My first child and only daughter is everything to me. Every moment shared with her is a blessing.

I notice that she left and I automatically assume she decided it was time for alone time. This sometimes hurt my feelings because I feel as if she does not want to spend more time with me. Am I overthinking? I chose to relax and decompress from the day. All of a sudden, I hear my daughter yell out for me. I rush to her room to see what is going on — Boom. I see my baby on the floor. I am confused and I immediately call 911. The dispatcher is asking questions but I am trying my best to make sure my child is alive. My asthma starts to act up but I know that I have to be strong for both of us right now.

It felt like time flew by because I see red, blue, and white lights flashing through the window. I do not want to move my child because of causing further injuries. I place her head on a pillow and then ran to the front door to open it. The EMTs ran in……