I buried my son ten years ago – when I saw my new neighbors’ boy, I was certain he looked exactly like mine would have if he were still alive today.

” he asked.

I turned and ran back home.

I sat down beside him on the couch.

“Carl. The boy next door.”

“What about him?”

“He looks like Daniel.”

Carl shut his book but didn’t say anything.

“The same hair,” I said. “The same face. Carl, he has the same eyes. One blue, one brown. He’s nineteen years old, the same age Danny would’ve been now, and he looks just continue reading …