There are wounds that bleed…
And then there are wounds no one can see.
This one never healed.
Silence had become my language.
Even when my body started to respond, when my legs remembered what it meant to carry me, when my hands could finally reach out again… my life was still being taken from me in ways I couldn’t fight.
Not with words.
Not with strength.
Not even with tears.
Because the one thing that kept me alive… was slowly being taken away.
Angela.
I remember her like it was yesterday.
The way she used to crawl into bed without asking.
The way her small hands would grab onto me like I was her whole world.
The way her laughter filled spaces in me I didn’t even know were broken.
She didn’t know I was fighting for my life.
To her… I was just Dad.
But life changed.
And I
