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

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I saw the way the world loves an ending.

A miracle. A comeback. A victory.

They do not love the middle.

They do not love the long, grinding, unpaid labor of keeping someone alive when their mind has been ripped apart.

I swallowed hard.

“So what happens now?” I asked.

He looked down at his clipboard, like he couldn’t bear to meet my continue reading …