she was bleeding, she was in immerse agony. yet all she cared about was her son sleeping in her lap.

the pain was ripping her inch by inch yet she controlled her tears from falling on her son .

it was out of control, she was in a pool of blood yet all she managed to lay her son on a desk and not to wake him.

she was out of balance , breathing shallow yet she cried out to seek help not for her but for her son .

approach of people in the situation were stunned yet all she cried out again and again was to help her son.

she collapsed and was no more yet her last words were for her son .

over the years he was a grown man yet the only one he forgot was him mother and her deep cuts .