I love movies. I love eating popcorn and milk duds as the previews roll. I love snuggling into my pillow as “Feature Presentation” lights up my widescreen. I love films with intricate plots that drop subtle clues along the way. And I love movies with surprise endings...
I did something today that I haven’t done in almost 10 years. I wept for my son. My lost son.Not my firstborn, Aiden, who was stillborn. But for my second. Tristan, my second child who survived my erroneous gene pool only to be lambasted outside the womb with autism....
