I was just still breathing.
His drawings were still on the fridge.
I stopped sleeping in our bedroom.
I crashed on the couch with the TV on all night.
I went to work, came home, ate takeout, stared at nothing.
People said, "You're so strong."
I wasn't. I was just still breathing.
Then I saw a local news share.
About a year after the accident, I was on that same couch at 2 a.m., scrolling Facebook.
Random posts. Politics. Pets. Vacation pics.
Then I saw a local news share.
"Four siblings need a home."
It was from a child welfare page. There was a photo of four kids squeezed together on a bench.
