Everything was going fine, until February 13th 2008. I woke up at 7am, before everyone. I checked on the kids, they were still sleeping, and then I made the mistake that I will regret for the rest of my life. I laid back on the couch and fell asleep… just for a minute. My cousin always came over at 8am, because her son was the same age as Zachariah, and her daughter was the same age as Sarah, but that morning, her son fell down the stairs at her house, and broke his arm, so she didn’t come and wake me up. What woke me up was police pounding on my door. I opened it, and they said: “Where’s your daughter.” I said: “She’s upstairs sleeping, why?” They said, can we see? So we ran upstairs. The first thing I saw was Zachariah, on his bed crying, saying: “Yi Ya threw sissy out the window mommy!!” Elijah was hiding behind his brother. I went into my daughter’s room, and found the entire window was gone, there was only a hole in the wall. What I didn't know, and they didn't know when they did the home visit, was the walls were dry rotted.

Elijah had gone into his sisters room, and hung on her window, and it had fallen in the snow (why I didn't hear it fall) he then (Thank God) threw all of her blankets out the window, and then threw her out. He didn't realize he would hurt her. She was okay… she walked away from it. Because of the fall, the neighbors saw it, and called 911. They rushed me to the helicopter. All I could hear was: “Major head injury.” I was crying the entire way, and I didn't have my glasses, so I couldn't see anything. I walked into the hospital, threw all of the news crew, and finally got to my daughter, who sat up and put her hand on her hip, bobbed her head, and said with all attitude....