I met Danith when I was eight and half years old. He can’t recall that moment, but I can. My parents and I were visiting his home to welcome him and his mother to the neighborhood. I was sitting on the couch across from his mother when she said that she had one son and quicklyContinue reading “A Birthday Wish”
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Any Time and Every Time
For a few weeks, I had noticed those moments where I believed that Danith and I would be okay. Our children have passed, and although we are broken, we will live on. We will go to work, we will do our best at leaving a positive imprint from the steps we take, and we will countContinue reading “Any Time and Every Time”
My Children Are Searching
It must be after midnight. The cars that normally rev by the house are few and far between now, and the only sound nearby is that from Danith, his breaths deep and long. I think I heard a coworker say something about there being a full moon tonight (that was the reason for the internet serverContinue reading “My Children Are Searching”
Our Babies Are Here
Danith has come home late from work, and as he sets down his briefcase he asks if I’ve seen the snow. I am sitting in the living room where the mustard yellow cotton curtains shield the sliding glass door and the night beyond it. “It’s beautiful,” he says, pulling back the fabric. Snow is notContinue reading “Our Babies Are Here”
Fireflies and Daffodils 