Synopsis
On Christmas Eve, my adopted sister swapped my asthma rescue inhaler for a toy whistle. My whole family laughed. My ER doctor fiancé said I was just hyperventilating. By the time they finally touched me, I was already cold.
On Christmas Eve, my adopted sister swapped my asthma rescue inhaler for a toy whistle. My whole family laughed. My ER doctor fiancé said I was just hyperventilating. By the time they finally touched me, I was already cold.