it was 2am and you were sleeping but woken up by thuds sounds. it was coming from your mother’s office room. you slowly made your way to her room and peaked through the door.

“mummy..?” you called for her in a soft voice

“oh.. y..yes darling.. why are you still awake..?” your mother turned to look at you with her tired eyes. her hands her own her chest, continuously hitting her chest.

“sorry dear.. its just an asthma attack again.. nothing.. to be worried.. about” your mother ensures you but she is obviously having difficulty breathing