Little Sister had an asthma attack while jumping on the trampoline.
The Watchman's Daughter was there.
A closing throat, a loss of breath, a purpling of the lips.
The Watchman's Daughter was there.
Little Sister collapsed, and she tried to save her.
The Watchman's Daughter.
The Kind and Compassionate tried as well.
But The Watchman's Daughter was there.
Little Sister could not call for help.
The Watchman's Daughter was there.
The Shoulders gave her a final blow to open up air and life.
The Watchman's Daughter stood watching.
Little Sister could breathe again, and her face returned to pale.
The Watchman's Daughter was there.
We all circled 'round, waiting for her to nod that she was okay.
The Watchman's Daughter was there.
How do you process such things?
The Watchman's Daughter was there.
How do you ever say thank you?
That The Watchman's Daughter was there?
The Watchman's Daughter was there,
Bernadette
PS
Eternal thanks to SAN for always watching over her friends and family. Dang, girl! You are the best!
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