It would definitely be when an ambulance came to take my mother away.
I don't remember how old I was but I must have been younger than eight and my sister would have been ten or younger and our brother was two years younger than me. Mom was sick in the morning and she was laying on the sofa in the dining room. She never did that unless she was really sick. Then a lot of people came with the ambulance and took mom away without telling us anything. After she left, we looked at the sofa and it was covered with blood. We started crying because we were so afraid that our mother was dying. There was so much blood and she wasn't very big and even as young as we were we knew that losing blood was very serious.
We were taken over to the neighbors to stay until dad came back. We asked the neighbor what was wrong with our mother and she wouldn't tell us. Later, when dad came home, we went back home too. He was looking very sad and we were then convinced that our mother was dying. We asked him what was wrong and he said we wouldn't understand. That didn't allay our fears.
Mom was gone several days and during that time our aunt came to stay with us. She was always bright and happy so we calmed down and life was semi-normal. When Mom came home, she was very pale and tired. Dad told us to let her rest. So we did. We were so happy to have her back. After a week or so, she was back to normal or so we thought because we didn't know what caused this until years later when we were "old" enough to understand.
She had had a miscarriage and lost so much blood she has to be transfused. She also told us later that the people at the hospital accused her of causing the miscarriage something she would never even think of doing. So besides the trauma of losing her baby, she was accused of infanticide. I don't know how she got over that but she was a loving woman and a wise one and knew she couldn't do anything about it but forgive and forget.
That was the scariest moment of my life.
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