16/08/2024
"Mommy, did you see my drawings?" he said, pulling me toward his little table and spreading out his drawings.
His little finger pointed to a picture that resembled two figures. "This is me and Daddy walking in the park," he said with a proud smile. I felt my heart tighten at his words. I could see how much he missed Jake after his death... "This is us playing, and this is us boating," Sam continued.
Tears welled up in my eyes. I gently pulled Sam close, holding the picture in my hand. "Would you like to go boating with Dad, huh?"
Sam looked up at me, confused. "Uh… I drew what we already did. We've already been boating."
"Sammy, it’s okay, Dad is in heaven now," I said gently. "We need to learn to separate reality from dreams."
Sam shook his head. "Yeah, I know, but these aren’t dreams. I saw Dad today, he's okay," he insisted.
My heart ached, so I stayed silent.
"Do you think I’m lying, Mom?! I’m telling the truth! We were even going to meet today!" he shouted, and before I could say anything, he ran out of the room, slamming the door.
A few hours later, I heard a noise coming from his room. My heart skipped a beat as I quietly approached his door and peeked inside. To my shock, I saw Sam climbing out of the window.
Remembering the psychologist's advice, I stayed calm. Since it was the first floor, I knew he wouldn’t get hurt.
I slipped out the front door and followed him from a distance. The street was empty, but then a car pulled up nearby.
A man with a hood got out, and I couldn’t see his face at first. My breath caught in my throat as he walked toward Sam. But then, under the streetlight, I saw his face clearly.
And oh my God. I was totally destroyed.
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