What Happened When a Young Poli

His eyes went straight to the cribs, to the two tiny chests rising and falling in unison.

He cried before he even touched them. He asked to hold our son, then our daughter, his hands trembling as if they might shatter.

I didn’t rush to comfort him. I watched, calm, tired, fiercely alive.

Forgiveness, I realized, wasn’t a favor I owed him; it was a future continue reading …