Evangeline

One month later. 

I don't know if I should feel pain or gratitude. 

Pain because every inch of my body still aches. Pain because I cannot walk yet. Pain because I am strapped to this wheelchair. Because my body has betrayed me. Pain because my son lies on my chest with wires clinging to him. Pain because I'm so tired of seeing my little boy tethered to machines. 

And yet, gratitude. Because I am here. Because I'm awake. Because I can feel the warmth of my son's skin against ...