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

floor with my back against the bed. My whole life flashed through my mind in one sick reel: Tyler at five years old with missing front teeth, Tyler at sixteen in his graduation gown, Tyler at twenty-four in that hospital bed with tubes in his mouth and my prayers pouring out like blood.

The front door opened. Voices. Heavy steps.

“Tyler?” a man called.continue reading …