Today a year ago,

I almost lost, my most precious gift.
It was one of the worst days of my life, I believed I had failed her and have lived with the guilt since.

Why would something so terrible happen to her? Why not me?

It should've been me, not her.

As I cried in the hospital, she held my face and asked ''why I cried''? I told her because she was hurt and she said "mummy don't worry I'll be fine''.

This made me wail harder.

Even while bleeding she was brave.

Even when she didn't understand...