Something inside me tore.I had escaped, thinking I had freed my son from that shadow. But there it was, resurrected in Javier, almost perfectly mirrored.
I am sixty years old, and time has a way of etching lessons into your skin as much as into your memory. After months of silence, of aching absence, I could no longer stand the distance. My heart dragged me back to my son’s home, desperate to see the grandchildren I had not held in … Read more