On Mother’s Day, a Little Girl Knocked on My Door Holding My Son’s Backpack – She Said, ‘You Were Looking for This, Didn’t You? You Need to Know the Truth’

noticed, but she didn’t ask.

She simply placed the crooked unicorn beside the bowl, gentle as a prayer.

I lost my son that week. Nothing will ever make that right.

But on Mother’s Day, a little girl brought me his backpack.

And inside it, Randy had left proof that love can survive even the things we cannot.