The Message From My Son That Forced An Impossible Choice – The Archivist

I moved too quickly. He hoarded food in his room, hiding crackers and fruit in his dresser drawers like he expected to be starved. He had nightmares that left him thrashing and crying out, though he never remembered them in the morning.

I learned to move slowly, to speak softly, to never corner him or make him feel trapped. I learned that he liked continue reading …