{Carl}
"He slipped and fell down a flight of stairs."
"What?" My head banged as soon as I heard Ben say that my four year old slipped and fell down a flight of stairs.
"How did that happen?" I asked, almost yelling.
It's two days to Christmas and the news I get is that my son is dying?
How is that possible?
How in hell's name did that happen?
"Carlos, it urgent. Please get here soon. He needs blood and we aren't getting any from banks because he has the golden blood."
Hearing the desperation in Ben's voice, I already knew that this was serious, but hearing him mention needing blood got me totally on edge.
He's got the golden blood? Just like me?
Oh hell, he is my son after all.
I remember mom always singing to me about having a golden blood. It's why she advises me to sta
