I Prayed for a Miracle—Now I Lock My Door at Night

a woman holding a bouquet of cheap grocery-store flowers and a balloon that said Get Well Soon.

She turned and smiled at me.

“You’re Sarah, right?” she said brightly. “Tyler’s mom?”

My stomach tightened.

“Yes,” I said automatically.

“Oh my gosh,” she gushed. “We were praying for him. My sister shared your post back when—when he woke up. The miracle boy!continue reading …