A son called his mother at 2:13 in the morning and told her to hide in the dark.
And a year later, the same mother stood in the same house, in the light, alive, safe, whole —
because he did.
They thought I was a number.
I turned out to be a mother with a son who loved her, a father who protected her from beyond the grave, and a house full of light that no one could put out.
The dark was only ever temporary.
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