As my five-year-old fought for life in intensive care, my family happily went away on
as her heart rate spiked dangerously. Nurses rushed in, their expressions a blend of urgency and calm professionalism. The room swirled with activity, but all I could do was clutch Lily’s hand tighter, willing her to hold on. The silence on the phone line stretched, heavy and taut, before my mother finally spoke. Her…
