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I felt safe. I felt secure.

I looked, when my child yelled, “Mommy, look!” as he squirted his sister with the water tube. We all laughed. She has a snorkel mask she insists on wearing at the pool, so no harm, no foul.

There was a head missing.

Our two year old had gone into the pool.

I was TERRIFIED. I still am. And ANGRY.

I’m angry at myself, for taking my eyes off him for those 10 seconds. And I’m angry at my sister-in-law for failing to do what I asked her to do; for not watching from less than two feet away. She could reach out and touch him. And she never even fucking noticed that he fell in the pool.

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