I ran into the bathroom to find my 2 year old son face down in the bathtub surrounded by all his bath toys. I screamed in horror, my heart racing as I rushed to him and lifted him out of the water. I frantically checked for a pulse, but there was none. Tears streamed down my face as I held my son’s lifeless body in my arms.
I couldn’t believe what had happened. I had put him in the bath only a few moments ago, and now he was gone. I had been so exhausted from a long day at work that I had decided to take a nap. I had only meant to rest for a few minutes, but I had slept for 3 hours. I had failed my son, and now he was gone.
The days that followed were a blur of grief and sorrow. I felt like I was living in a nightmare, and I could not bear to think of the future. I had lost my precious son, and nothing could ever fill the void he had left behind.
I still think of him every day and the guilt of not being there for him still haunts me. I will never be able to forgive myself, and I will never be able to forget the horror of that day.