It was a peaceful morning. The sun was shining, and everything seemed perfect in our small garden. From the window, I watched my son sitting happily on the edge of the pool, his feet dipped in the crystal-clear water.

Of course, I was keeping an eye on him, but my mind was occupied with a thousand small, everyday things. I don’t know how it happened, but suddenly a scream pierced the air. 😯 I turned my head and saw my son tip forward, falling into the pool. My heart stopped for a moment.

In a matter of seconds, everything changed. Time seemed to stretch and contract at the same time, and each moment felt like an eternity. I felt my heart pounding furiously, as if every fiber in my body was gripped by fear. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

My son was in the water, and I couldn’t stop the urge to run to him. Anxiety paralyzed me, and I knew I only had a few seconds before he sank. I didn’t even yell his name or dive straight for him.