police corruption

Mommy's Love "Oh my god Megan! She's not alright." I shouted to my husband, as I lifted my child's head, looking at her forehead covered in blood. Above her right eye I could see her skull. The smell of burnt rubber lingered in the air. A bystander helped me pull my limp child out of the backseat of our car. My adrenaline rushing as if I had drunk ten cups of coffee; my hands trembling …

…she was the morning of the accident. She does still have a small scar above her right eye: but her doctors say there should be no permanent damage. I know it's been over a year since the accident but each day I think about it, it always reminds me of something my mother used to tell me. The pain a child feels physically isn't even comparable to the emotional pain that a mother feels. I