I woke up from the coma and heard my son whisper, “D0n’t 0pen your eyes”… my husband and my own sister were waiting for me to d!e so they could take everything.

“M0m… Dad is waiting for you to di:e. Please don’t wake up.”


That was the first thing I heard after twelve days trapped in a suffocating darkness like being buried alive.

I couldn’t move.

I couldn’t speak.