My Son Was Declared Gone Until His Math Teacher Found An Envelope He Left For Me

myself believe hard enough.

Soap. Sun. Hospital hand sanitizer. My son.

I sat in his room every day now. Sometimes for ten minutes. Sometimes until the light changed and my mother came to the doorway with a plate of food I would not eat. The silence in that room did not feel empty. It felt cruel. It felt like a person who knew exactly where to stand continue reading …