A Trusted Volunteer Forged My Signature to Convince Me My Child Was Dead — Here’s How I Found Him Alive
When we finished, he leaned on his shovel and looked at the smooth dirt.
“Now I’m really not down there anymore,” he said.
“No,” I agreed.
“You’re definitely not down there.” “Where am I now, then?” he asked, looking up at me.
And I smiled down at him.
“You’re right here,” I said.
“Right here with me.” He thought about that, and nodded, and picked his shovel back up to smooth the last of the dirt.
He sleeps now in the room that was always meant to be his.
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