I woke up from the coma and heard my son whisper, “Don’t open your eyes”… my husband and my own sister were waiting for me to die so they could take everything.

house.

Quiet.

Peaceful.

Ethan planted a tree.

“So it grows with you, Mom.”

Sometimes, I’m still afraid.

But then he asks:

“Mom… are you still here?”

And I answer:

“Yes, baby. I’m still here.”

Because sometimes—

people try to bury you too early.

But sometimes—

you come back.

**THE END.**