Deep in the abandoned culvert the portal appeared. I was finally going home.
I had been written off as brain dead, my loved ones told to say their goodbyes and pull the plug. But it was my precious son, the one who knows me best who insisted otherwise. The only one who never gave up on me.
Audiobooks, films, music he played for me all like distant voices…
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