I Buried My Son 10 Years Ago – When I Saw My New Neighbors’ Son, I Could Have Sworn He Looked like Mine Would If He Were Alive Today

She looked from me to her son… and then to his eyes.

I stood on that porch for a moment I couldn’t measure, trying to uderstand what had just happened to me.

I heard them processing it, too — muted voices that didn’t carry through the door well enough for me to make out what they were saying to each other.

Then I turned and ran back home.

Carl was in the living room when I got back, reading. He looked up when I came in.

“You’re back already?” he asked.

I turned and ran back home.

I sat down beside him on the couch.

“Carl. The boy next door.”

“What about him?”

“He looks like Daniel.”

Carl shut his book but didn’t say anything.