Comhroinn Fuaime

the date of death. It was the exact same day her son was born. So if he was born that day… who was he talking to that night? Months later… the mom started noticing small things. Toys moved on their own. Doors left slightly open. And sometimes… the boy would smile at empty corners and whisper, “I re…

the date of death. It was the exact same day her son was born. So if he was born that day… who was he talking to that night? Months later… the mom started noticing small things. Toys moved on their own. Doors left slightly open. And sometimes… the boy would smile at empty corners and whisper, “I remember now.”