I was at the hospital with him for three days.

I saw him dying.

Breathing his last breaths and everything.

He had acute pneumonia.

He was throwing up little pieces of his lungs.

They called me to identify my son's body. It was on top of a stone.

It was wrapped in black plastic...

with a big sign with his name, Carlos Igor.

I fell over, I fainted.

I couldn't believe that it was my son.

I asked them to take the plastic off because he was too hot.

After that my husband left me and he took my daughter away from me.

She's eight now, when my son died she was two.

I never saw her again. Not since she was two.

I forgot my life, I forgot everything,

I forgot that I had a life, a house, everything.

I started going out all the time.

The only thing I didn't do was do drugs, thank God.

But I started going out and drinking and getting wasted.

I started drinking moonshine all the time.