Breathe

Life Changed That Day

Things are becoming normal, I think. We get up, eat breakfast, fight over bathroom space, try to find our shoes, and go to school. I do not wake up every day crying because somewhere a fool has lost our batch of original documents again. I do not suddenly dump my class on someone else mid-lesson, pull my kid out of his own class, and race us across town to Social Welfare at two minutes’ notice. I have slept through the night (not just once, but two or three times!) since he was adopted in September. Monster and I discuss how the earth was formed over dinner. Normal stuff.

We are discovering different sides of each other. I see a little boy who has had to be so very grown up, who has been forced to be more mature than he wanted to be, who had to tackle strange events and…

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