Description True story.
She knew the pain of needles and surgery, but not the comfort of a mother.
Heather had never felt the warmth of the sun, seen a field of wild flowers, or smelled bacon and eggs sizzling in a skillet.
Fourteen months old, the little one lay swaddled in a blanket, forgotten and lost amongst unchanging hospital routines.
Heather wasn\'t my child, but her distress tattered my heart.
Her chest heaved as she struggled to breathe.
Airway scarring rendered spoken language impossible.
The Voiceless Child was voiceless, literally.
Description True story