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Woman refuses fire fighters from breaking into her expensive car to save her son.





This outrageous mother refused entry to fire fighters from breaking into her car to save her toddler son from heat, because the vehicle. BMW was too expensive to damage.


The unnamed mother was unable to open the door of her BMW when it accidentally locked itself.
Her three-year-old son was trapped inside and was suffering in the heat as no windows were open.

Firefighters who arrived at the scene in Yiwu city, China, were about to break the glass to rescue the boy, but his mum told them she wanted to wait for a locksmith instead so the car would not be damaged.
                              


Despite the mother’s desire to wait, fire fighters eventually took matters into their own hands when the boy started to faint and they smashed the glass to rescue him.

One of the fire fighters was quoted as saying: “It’s very dangerous to leave children inside cars, especially in such heat. “It can threaten a child’s life in a very short time.”
                            



Different views were pointed out on social media, as she was blasted, on how dangerous, the act of the mother leaving her son inside the car. The child could be abducted a writer pointed out. Well some concluded that the real son was her CAR.

Another made a point, “Better yet, why not just have her kid taken away? She was so prepared to let him die for her car. Give him to a family”
Well, here is another; What if he is not her child?

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