After My Son Died

I had an asthma attack and ended up in the hospital. While lying there, I called my husband and asked him to pick up our son from kindergarten.

But my husband dropped off our son halfway and just sent me a message asking me to pick him up.

Grasping the IV drip, I hurried over, breathless and desperate. Sadly, it was too late.

When I saw my son's small, lifeless body lying on the riverbank, I collapsed in tears, fainting on the spot.

When I regained consciousness, I saw my husband's old flame, flaunting their affection on social media.