Pedro Salgado didn’t remember the drive to the funeral home, nor the hollow mechanical motions of shaking hands with grieving relatives

Pedro Salgado didn’t remember the drive to the funeral home, nor the hollow mechanical motions of shaking hands with grieving relatives. All he knew was the white, polished silence of the casket holding his entire world. Melva was gone, and with her, the seven-month-old son they had already named in their hearts. The doctors had been absolute: no life remained. But as Pedro leaned in for one final, agonizing goodbye, he felt a sudden, impossible movement against his palm… Continue reading…