When I looked down, her eyes still closed, a large, lone tear streamed out from the corner of her eye toward her ear. She died a couple hours later. My youngest child, my daughter. I don’t just wish for five more minutes, I wish for a lifetime.
If I could spend just five more minutes with Chris, I would read stories to him while he sat on my lap. I would put as many hugs and kisses into that five minutes as possible.