“Oliver!” I screamed, running and falling beside him on my knees.
But Kan was faster.
He scooped him up, turned him face down and began to firmly blow his back.
I was staring at the scene wide-eyed, paralysed with shock, as my son continued to make those horrible sounds.
“Give him to me.” I tried to take him away from Kan.
“Stop!” Kan yelled, without looking at me.
My initial scream had drawn our whole household of domestic staff out.
They stood nervously, watching from a respectful distance.
It was all taking too long.
The only part of my son I could see as Kan tried to get whatever was stuck in his lungs out, was the exposed flesh on his neck, and it was beginning to turn purple.
My vision went blurry, and I felt tight pressure on my bladder as I watched in horror.
Then
