Two Years After My 5-Year-Old Son Died, I Heard Someone Knocking on My Door Saying, ‘Mom, It’s Me’
Last Thursday felt like every empty night since losing my son—cleaning a spotless house just to quiet my mind—until three soft, polite knocks broke the silence. A tiny trembling voice followed: “Mom… it’s me.” I froze. My son had died two years ago, buried in a small blue-flowered casket. Yet the voice on the other side of…