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The despair washed over me in a wave, and I wondered how long it would last. Mourning every detail of the life I would never experience again. There were so many little, beautiful things. The feel of the late-afternoon sun filtering through the windows after school as I did my homework. Fresh coffee to my lips. The smell of my mom’s hair when she gave me a hug. Things I’d taken in stride as part of my day. Let alone the things I’d never get to experience now.
The scales were tipping. They hadn’t landed yet. But they were tipping, with a little pressure from invisible hands.
thought about the stories I’d heard about mothers lifting cars off their babies or fighting off a pack of wolves on the Oregon Trail. I’d always sort of thought they were tall tales or at least uncommon. But now I thought that maybe it was just the wolf pack at your door or the car on top of your child that was the rare thing. Maybe this strength, this superhuman power was always there, latent. I thought about my own mom, and how I would show her this moment someday when we found each other again. How I’d tell her that I knew she’d carry me this impossible distance too.
