That's what my mummy has. When I was two, I was sleeping in her bed because daddy was working at night. Mummy had an attack. She keeps her inhaler under her pillow, but it was empty. I said: "Mummy's poorly!" I knew what I had to do. It was dark in the house and I couldn't reach the light switch, but I crawled downstairs to the kitchen. Mummy puts her medicine in the high cupboard, and I climbed up so I could reach it.
I could hear mummy upstairs saying: "Come back!" I found her phone and took that so she could call daddy. She was shocked when I gave them to her, but they made her better. I rubbed her arm and said: "You'll be okay".
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