My sweet little baby boy had just had his 2nd Birthday I had truly and thoroughly loved having my little Cherub home with us this past year and a month, my little boy was amazing and so bright, I remember this one day I had taken my boys to see my sister, my brother was there putting in a new gas fire, Mark had gone into the living room to see what my brother was doing when I walked in to bring him out of the way my brother said hey Mark pass me that wrench, my brother had his back to us working on the fire, I was about to go to the tool box and get the wrench for Mark when he bent down and picked it up as I looked over at my brother who had turned round he said to me did he just get that himself I said yeah how did he know what a wrench was, my brother then asked Mark to pass a spanner, then a pair of pliers, the hammer, he went through different tools and Mark passed them one by one, how he knew what each tool was I am baffled to this day, there was obviously some he didn't know but when my brother showed him it was as though he had a photographic memory he just remembered, Mark was also very cheeky, in a lovely way though, you just had to laugh, when I cooked veg or something either of his brothers didn't like Mark would eat it for them and they all pretended they had eaten their own until one day I caught Mark taking the veg off one of his brothers plates and when I questioned them it came about that Mark always ate what they didn't like or he would swap some of his food for theirs when I was in the kitchen,, I tried to keep a straight face but it was hard, little things like this made Mark the remarkable little boy that he was, and I loved my boys so much. Each Sunday I would take my boys to see their Granny she was on her own now and every Sunday she would cook us a Sunday roast, she loved a roast and she said it wasn't worth her cooking a full roast just for herself, after our roast Mum would give the boys fruit she wasn't keen on giving them sweets this one Sunday I had taken the boys new coats with me to alter on her sewing machine which she kept in the spare room upstairs, the coats where all perfect in width but a little too long in length so I had to take them up, after our roast Mum peeled the boys an apple each and they went to sit and watch tv while I headed up to alter their coats, I had just put the coats down on the sewing machine when I heard my Mum scream my name, blind panic passed through me as my Mother never ever raised her voice at all and I had never seen her cry, she was a quiet but strong lady, I still to this day can not remember how I got down the stairs I just remember being in the hall looking at my Mum crying and screaming he is choking, I ran and grabbed Mark I put him over my knee and tried to dislodge what ever it was, it didn't work, with Mark in my arms I ran out of the house screaming for someone to get an ambulance I took Mark back in the house to my Mum who had blood on her fingers where she had tried to reach whatever it was and Mark had bitten her, suddenly the house was full of people, a nurse from across the road, a paramedic from down the road there where people everywhere all wanting to try and take Mark from me, it seems like forever I had let the nurse look at Mark but she couldn't help him I didn't want all these people doing things to my baby, I freaked out screaming at them to leave him alone when the ambulance arrived they took Mark from me and put him in the ambulance they had him on an oxygen machine, my Mum came with me as we took Mark to the Children's Hospital I remember one of them on the radio speaking to the hospital and two words he said have stuck with me to this day ( cardiac arrest ) when we arrived I was shown into a room and told to wait while they took Mark into another room next door, time passed and it seemed like forever before I heard the Dr enter the other room, he wasn't there but seconds and the adjoining door opened, a matron came into the room and said he is dead, I screamed and wanted to see my baby and this matron went into a drawer in her desk got out a bottle pored me a drink and told me to drink it and calm down, I was devastated, she had just walked in and told me as blunt as could be my son was dead, what did she want me to do, Mum and I was ushered into another room where the people in the out-patients could not hear me sobbing, crying and wanting to know what had happened, I wanted to know why the Dr was not waiting for Mark with a cardiac arrest machine as I had heard the ambulance man telling them it was cardiac arrest, where was this Dr when we arrived, I know for a fact that my baby was still gasping for breath when they took him into that room, and I swear if that Dr had not stayed to finish his lunch my beautiful baby boy might just still be with me today, I didn't even get the chance to see this Dr he disappeared and left it to the matron to deal with and she was one hard cow of a woman, the nicest thing she did was let me use the hospital telephone when she told me to contact someone to come and get me and my Mum, I don't think this woman had an ounce of compassion in her body all she wanted was me out of the hospital, it didn't matter that my baby had just died or that I was devastated and in shock and wanted answers, my eldest sister and her husband came to get us and I was allowed to go into the room where Mark was look at him and leave, I couldn't kiss him or hold him or even say goodbye, a quick look was all I was allowed then ushered out, my mind was in turmoil, I wanted my baby back, I wanted him home, I couldn't see anything in front of me, my baby was gone and I wanted to be with him, I wanted to hold him, I wanted to tell him how much I loved him, I wanted him back in my arms.