Share She felt the pull of death and it was welcome. She lay silent, worn from screaming, her voice unheard as she lay in the shallow box. She saw him coming, smelled him above her before he came into her blurred site. She didn’t curl into herself. She couldn’t. There was a time when her body reacted on its own, trying to save her. Now she lay still, waiting for the end to take her soon. Cold hands touched her face, ignored her whimpers, and shoved the box back under the edge of the bed. Unable to turn on her [READ MORE]
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Share Tomorrow afternoon our son…will become our son. Legally, at least, though he’s been ours for four years. I’m going to share a few words from a pre-adopt interview. Not to impede on his privacy, but because sometimes we forget that a child has a voice…if only we’d listen. When asked about his birth family:“I realize what they had done to me. They hurt me. I have a picture of them in my mind. I don’t want a picture. I have bad memories and I don’t want them. I can’t tell if he loved us at all. He had a [READ MORE]
