I had faced death.
I had felt my body shut down piece by piece.
I had watched my life slip through my fingers like sand.
But nothing… "Nothing prepared me for this.
That day started like any other in my broken world.
I was being carried again.
Not walking.
Not standing.
Carried.
My uncle had one arm around me, holding my weight like I was nothing. My body leaned into his, lifeless… like I didn’t belong to myself anymore.
We moved slowly through the house.
Each step felt heavy—not for me… but for them.
I could feel it.
The burden.
Then it happened.
We turned the corner by the couch…
And there she was.
Angela.
My daughter.
She was small.
Too small to understand life… but old enough to feel fear.
Her eyes met mine.
And in that moment…
Everything stopped.
I waited.
I w
