Every Time My Daughter Came Home Unresponsive, My Husband Told Me Not to Worry. The Recording in Her Backpack Revealed Why.
She never recovered the memories, and Dr.
Patel said that might be a mercy.
What came back instead was her laugh.
It returned slowly, like a bird landing on a fence, and the first time I heard it again, over a bowl of cereal and a terrible joke about a cow, I had to leave the room so she wouldn’t see me cry.
On the first anniversary of that morning in the emergency room, we planted a small tree in the yard.
Harper chose it, a redbud, because she liked the purple flowers.