The difference is enormous. Yesterday, I was whining about Chunguita’s fractured wrist and Pulguito getting sent to the principal’s office. I was stressed out and exhausted.
Today was the worst day of my life. Diego died last night. He wasn’t even three. He was very tired, but otherwise fine, when he went to sleep. He never woke up.
I wish it was yesterday. I wish I could stop today from coming.
What tragic news! I am so sorry. He was such an adorable little boy. Wow.
Huge hugs to you. My thoughts are with your family.
I am so sorry. Your family are in my thoughts and prayers.