When my first husband and I were first married his youngest sister was 8 years old at the time. A beautiful, smart, and loving little girl who had never missed a day of school. But one morning around 5am she told her Mom she wasn't feeling well, and that was so unusual for Vickie who was never sick. My mother-in-law took her temp and it was over 102 so she told her to stay home with her that day (she called her employer telling them she wouldn't be in) and she told Vickie as soon as the doctor's office opened she would take her in.
My mother-in-law put her on their long sofa with a pillow and blanket and she stayed right there with her in case she needed something. Her feet was resting in her mother's lap.

She seemed to have been sleeping soundly, as children are known to do ....when they do not feel well. Her mom glanced over at her, and noticed that she was turning blue around her mouth. She panicked and screamed picking her up in her arms trying to get her to wake up, and called 911 immediately, but it was too late by the time they arrived.
They said what happened is she was sleeping so soundly that when she had to regurgitate instead of it waking her up and the vomit coming out she aspirated and it went into her lungs instead.
It was one of the saddest memories I have. I was so close to my ex-husband's family when we were married and she was like a little sister to me. I am still very close with all of them. None of them ever really got over the loss of little Vickie.
But I still do not believe this is what happened to little Sherin. I don't think this was an accident at all. He did nothing to try and save his precious daughter. One of the most disturbing things for me it is as if he watched her calmly until he knew she was dead. Only a monster can be that cold and uncaring, imo. It reminds me of the spider and the fly caught in its web that is its prey.
JMO