I was holding my young daughter Piper right before I attempted to take my seat at my husband Wyatt’s birthday dinner. Suddenly his longtime friend Harper intentionally pulled my heavy wooden chair away as a cruel prank. My body tilted backward and I struck the hard oak floor with immense force. This caused a severe head injury that instantly detached my spirit from my physical form. Instead of expressing concern the dining room erupted into bright bursts of laughter while Harper dismissed her malicious actions as a simple joke. My mother in law Brenda complained bitterly about the interruption to their lovely evening. Wyatt coldly accused me of seeking attention and playing the victim to ruin his celebration. Nobody at the table leaned over to check my vital signs or offer a helping hand as the conversation naturally drifted back to their lavish vacation plans. Piper scrambled out of my limp arms and desperately begged me to wake up but her tiny voice was completely ignored by the adults. Even as Piper dragged a heavy dining chair across the floor to help me sit my husband scolded her for interrupting. Brenda simply complained that I had never given Wyatt a proper son.
As the dinner guests departed into the cool evening air my little girl remained faithfully by my side while my physical body lay completely unresponsive on the floor. Piper gently wiped my injury with a paper napkin and promised she would stay right there to keep me safe through the night. She managed to drag a heavy wool throw blanket from the sofa and carefully placed her own pink winter coat over my chest to keep me warm. Around midnight Wyatt walked down to the kitchen for a drink but completely ignored Piper when she tearfully pleaded for him to help me. Instead he scolded our daughter for acting out and immediately returned upstairs to be intimate with Harper who had followed him into the guest bedroom. When Piper bravely followed them to demand help Harper pushed her away forcefully. Wyatt demanded that Piper apologize to his mistress before sending her back into the dark living room alone. Desperate to save me Piper managed to unlock my phone to call for medical assistance. Wyatt marched downstairs and snatched the device away refusing to believe I was in critical condition.
Early the following morning Wyatt’s younger brother Lucas arrived home from an architecture seminar. He immediately noticed my still body bundled under the blankets on the living room floor. Brenda tried to dismiss my condition as a ridiculous temper tantrum but Lucas rushed to my side and quickly realized I was completely unresponsive. Horrified by his family’s profound negligence Lucas immediately dialed emergency services while demanding to know how long they had left me lying there without rendering any aid. Piper emerged from behind an armchair with a tear stained face and explained to her uncle that I had been sleeping since the candles were blown out. Wyatt and Harper finally came downstairs rubbing sleep from their eyes only to be confronted by Lucas who furiously condemned them for abandoning me while they slept upstairs. Wyatt fell to his knees in complete shock and desperately tried to wake me up. The paramedics arrived moments later and solemnly confirmed that I had passed away hours earlier due to the severe trauma.