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.

carefully, avoiding the broken shards of the plate.

“Daniel?”

“Ma’am? Did it burn you? Do you have some kind of health problem?”

He was looking right into my eyes. There was no mistaking it. He had slightly curly hair and a sharp chin, just like Daniel. But the main feature that stood out was his odd-colored eyes, one blue and one brown.