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I don’t care.
My son found his voice after years of silence, not to ask for something or complain.
It was just leading me to him.
I didn’t date anyone after that. I didn’t need someone to complete me.
My boy is here with me now. Brave.
Healing. Drawing superheroes with speech bubbles like it’s just another quiet afternoon.
And every time he calls me “Mom,” I answer like it’s the most sacred sound I’ve ever heard.
“Yeah, baby. I’m here.”
If you could give one piece of advice to anyone in this story, what would it be?
Let’s talk about it in the Facebook comments.
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