It couldn’t take away my pain.
Nothing could.
Next, Sarah walked up to the front of the room, clutching a little gift bag in her hands.
In it sat the completed unicorn.
It was still a little off-kilter – the horn was lopsided and one ear seemed a little larger than the other.
But it was perfect.
“I finished it for him,” Sarah murmured quietly. “Almost.”
That Mother’s Day, I thought I had lost the last pieces of my son forever.
Instead, a little girl arrived at my door carrying his backpack — and inside it, Randy left behind proof that even after loss, love still finds ways to stay.
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