And Life Comes Back: A Wife's Story Of Love, Loss, And Hope Reclaimed - Plot & Excerpts
asks the little voice standing beside my bed. I answer without opening my eyes. “Yes. But it’s too early, buddy. I need my bed.” “But you let Daddy sleep with you.” “That was … different.” “Please, Mommy? It’s scary in there.” I hesitate, gauging my strength to fight this back-to-bed battle. “Please, Mommy? It’s 7-2-1.” He reads the digital clock. He knows if that first number isn’t 7 or higher, he doesn’t stand a chance. “Okay. You can.” “Yes? Did you say yes? You said yes?” “I said yes.” And this inconsistency is no doubt why we continue to have this battle. He climbs in. His brother follows shortly behind. I am sandwiched between a dozen knees and elbows. There’s really nothing settling about this way to start the day. It’s so abrupt. Tucker peels open my eyelid. “Mommy, are you dead?” “No, I’m not dead.” “Oh. Because you looked like you were dead.” “I’m not.” I feel his finger gently tracing the letters inked on my arm that is splayed across the bed.
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