Isabella’s point of viewOne Year LaterThe world didn’t stop for me, it didn’t pause, break or shatter the way I thought it would after everything that happened. It just…..kept moving, the sun still rose. Things were still normal, though the trauma remains.But somehow, I was still here breathing, living and surviving.“Mama….”His soft, clumsy voice pulled my attention instantly. I turned just in time to see him wobbling towards me, his legs unsteady, his arms stretched out like he was afraid the ground might disappear beneath him.A small smile tugged at my lips despite everything.“You are getting better at that,” I said gently, clapping my hands.He let out a proud little sound as he reached me, immediately grabbing onto my dress for balance. His fingers curled tightly into the fabric like he didn’t want to ever let go.He was one year old now, strong, alive and growing. The same child I had once shielded with my body in that dark, suffocating place…. now standing in front of me,
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