Last night I was in the house when I heard "the scream". You know the one, the one that raises the hair on the back of your neck. The one that makes you feel sick. The when that tells you that your child is not ok. I rushed to the door to find Becca holding her head and when I open the door she says through her tiers, "I'm bleeding". She then removed her hand and blood poured from her head down the front of her soaking her hair and shirt. I rushed her the...
