Today is one of those days.
I feel like I am always being haunted with those places and faces. The rooms and their conversations.
But then I turned around, I see my son sleeping soundly and think to myself that maybe I can still try. I can try for him.
I prayed and I cried. I did not see my son as a hindrance but a sign of that little hope, that maybe everything can still work out.
I held him and kissed him. This tiny hope is all I really need right now. 🙂