“Me too,” I said.
Two years ago, I watched a tiny casket disappear into the ground and thought that was the end.
Sometimes I still stand in his doorway after he’s asleep and just watch his chest rise and fall, like if I look away, he’ll vanish again.
Two years ago, I watched a tiny casket disappear into the ground and thought that was the end.
Last Thursday, my door shook with three soft knocks, and a little voice said, “Mom… it’s me.”
And somehow, against every rule I thought the universe had, I opened the door…
…and my son came home.
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