i never knew how fragile life really is. I was swimming at an apartment pool with my father, brother,and my baby sister( my mom to tired from working in the e.r to join us) . This fathers day was going really well......until 7:00 pm. When we got there was not alot of people were there. Around seven thirty is when all the people showed up and is when the tragedy began. Most of the kids there ( including me and my brother ) were playing  marco-polo while my dad and the baby practice swimming. My dad told my brother to watch the baby. i saw alot of people gathered around the baby pool. There the small limp body of a two year old laying on the cement.  I gasped in horror while my dad did cpr. He tried the ''kiss of life'' but the mother franticly pushed on the babys chest...in case you didnt know you do cpr on babies with your fingers. Im pretty sure the baby got most of his ribs broken frm the mother pushing so hard. The father was kicking and throwing punches at the gate around the pool and the trees. My dad, along with the people watching from their windows, called 991. THESE MOTHER F******S DIDNT ANSWER.

A man who knew how to cpr took over. We couldnt do anything but leave. Man I wish my mom was there. She actually would know what to do. We went home, not a word spoken in the car. I grabbed my stuff and went upstairs where my mom was waiting. She said she was sorry we had to see that. That poor baby didnt deserve it. It wasnt his fault that the parent didnt think of a floatie, life jacket , or any thing that a baby uses to float. It wasnt his fault that no one was watching him when he fell in the hot tub. Nor was it his fault when he was in there for a minute sucking up water. I am afraid to look at the news to see the outcome of the baby's life.