I Prayed for a Miracle, Now I Lock My Door Against My Son

mouth but they don’t belong to him.

“You’re keeping me here! You’re keeping me here! Let me out!”

I pressed my forehead to the cool wall, eyes squeezed shut.

The operator’s tone softened, and that almost broke me more than the yelling.

“Ma’am, what’s your name?”

“Sarah.”

“Sarah, you’re doing the right thing.”

I almost laughed. Or sobbed. Or both.

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