how is it possible that i read these two stories within the same sitting...
both so tragic. one, at the hand of his own mother. the other, at the hand of god.
i had heard the uproar of this story, but hadn't read much about the details. how could anyone do that to their own child? for doing what babies do. there are so many alternatives to unraveling completely. hard to wrap my mind around it when it's something i want so badly.
and then there's this one. a pint-sized little fighter. and it's so beautifully written.