Maria Ayala

I’ve been getting this question a lot lately. My lovely friends, you have to understand. My boy was seriously hurt. Thankfully on mine and Mike’s anniversary my precious boy opened his eyes! It was was the best of all gifts I could have ever received!

We are now working to get him back to how he was before, and the doctors say that they believe he will recover fully. They will continue to do testing, but no matter what, he is always my boy. My baby. My miracle!

I am still here. I am just busy with Pedro’s healing, and getting things ready for the boys to go back to school.

I saw it. I was there. I have no issues with these eyes. But no one believes me. No one believes that I saw his hand move. Why won’t they? They just tell me it’s wishful thinking. The denial of a grieving mother. I hear what they say behind my back.

Pedro, my sweet boy. I know you can hear me. Come back to me. I know you daddy needs you to come back to me. Please.

We all love you so much. I will keep fighting for you, no matter what. I don’t care what anyone says! I know you are just lost and need to find your way back home.

They want me to make the worst decision of my life. I can’t. I won’t. I never will. They are asking me to take the only thing keeping him breathing away. I will never do it. I will end my own life before I let them do that! They will have to kill me!

Okay. Am I okay? That’s a question. Can I answer it? Is there a away? I don’t know.