The Day I Chose What Was Right Over Blood..

my son called, demanding to know how I could “abandon” him, I told him I couldn’t celebrate a choice built on so much pain. His anger was swift, his distance even swifter. Some nights, I lie awake wondering if I lost my son that day for good. But then I remember Tina’s tired smile as she whispered “thank you,” and I know that love, real love, sometimes continue reading …