Mommy ran to the
kitchen and grabbed a metal ladle and an old piece of dirty washcloth. She
opened Sam’s tiny and delicate mouth and placed the washcloth inside. Then she
continued to instruct him using the metal ladle. Sam’s blood damaged the floor,
walls and furniture of the house and mommy got angrier than before. She grabbed
Sam by a leg, and I ran the fastest I could to hide. I did not want mommy to
find me. I hid under my bed waiting for mommy to get out of the room. I did not
move, breathe, or make any noises. When mommy got out of the house, I ran around
looking for Sam. I found Sammy inside the tub filled with water. I grabbed
Sammy desperately trying to comfort him, trying to make him move, trying to
wake him up, but he did not. I took him out of the tub removed his dirty clothing,
and dried him.
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