My almost 4 year old daughter suddenly fainted last Saturday, just when I thought she was not sick anymore. There was no more fever and she was playing. I wrote about our ordeal in my other blog.

Right now, she is well and good and back to her old cheerful self. Last night, while I was changing her clothes, a plain white t-shirt and a red pair of pants, I stopped and took it off. It was the same set of clothes she wore the day the ambulance came after my frantic call. Looking at her getup makes me cringe and remember the horrid details of her state that time: motionless, closed eyes, pale face, blue lips. The set of clothes made me remember everything and every scared feeling I had.

She will not wear that combination again, at least, not in a long long time.