Every time her baby boy tried to crawl, his twin sister slammed his head flat to the floor. The parents thought it was jealousy, even planned to send her away. But on the road, the boy suddenly stopped breathing, forcing them to the hospital. What doctors revealed left them in tears.
She wasn’t hurting him. She was saving his life.
The boy’s palms slapped the soft carpet, tiny knees shuffling forward, his blue shirt stretched as he grunted, face red with effort. He wanted to crawl. He needed to crawl. But before he could move an inch, his sister lunged in her plain white onesie, the pink headband tilting over her forehead. She pressed her little hand against his bald head and shoved. His face smacked into the carpet. A muffled cry broke out. He flailed, legs kicking uselessly again.
Angela’s voice cracked as she dropped the laundry basket, rushing over. “No, no, no. Eli, baby, lift your head!”
Marcus, leaning back on the sofa, chuckled without looking up from his phone. “Relax. She’s just being bossy. That’s how girls are—bossy.” Angela snapped, scooping the crying boy into her arms. “She pushed him down, Marcus—his face was….Read Full Story Here………………..
