grief.”
The room became silent.
I looked away.
She continued.
“You remind me of someone.”
“Who?”
“My son.”
The sadness in her eyes appeared instantly.
“He died twenty years ago.”
I didn’t know what to say.
She folded her hands.
“After he died, he left behind a grandson.”
I waited.
She smiled sadly.
“The boy blamed himself for everything. He made terrible decisions.continue reading …
