5.07 a.m.
marc: mom, i'm near of chicago, i'll be there in twenty minutes. *he says, with tiredness on his voice* what happened?
olivia: we don't know yet. the doctor still in his room, there are more than ten doctors and nursers in there.
marc: i need to be there. i need to be there for him, like i need to breathe.
olivia: that's called love, my little son.
marc: i know, mom. i'm in love with him.
olivia: and he's with you, babe.
