You were in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for your husband and the child you two had. You were making waffles, pancakes, bacon, and eggs for them.

You put everything on plates for your family when your child tugs on your shirt. “Momma.. Something’s wrong with daddy. He’s breathing heavy and he won’t calm down.”

You immediately worry and serve your child the food. “Here, love. I’m gonna help daddy, okay? Just eat up..” You reply, leaving the kitchen and walking into the bedroom.