I Traveled With the Body of My Two-Year-Old Daughter in a Bag

I do not ask for pity or forgiveness. I ask only that people listen. That they understand that behind numbers, debates, and political speeches, there are bodies. Mothers. Children.

Continuing to Live

I live today with her absence. I still speak to her sometimes. When I see a child her age. When I pass a playground. When I hear a laugh that sounds like hers.

I will never be the same. But I refuse to let her death be meaningless. If telling my story prevents even one person from judging too quickly, then she will not have disappeared for nothing.