Sitting in the traffic, singing along with Pink after getting the kids dinner tonight, an ambulance came charging past with its blue lights glowing in the darkness.
It isn't the lights that bother me, but when I hear the screaming of the sirens I am there, 18 months ago in the back of the ambulance clinging on to my baby boy wondering why. Why did he have to get cancer, he is just a child.
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