I announced tonight that our son would be coming home. After 3 years and 3 months out of our home, our 13 year old is to return.
Cries of joy filled the air. Friends and not so friends, rejoice. After all, it must be a joyful occasion to have a child return after being gone. To have the fullness of family restored after being only a partial family for so long.
..... isn't it?
Could there be a reason for this grief that fills my soul and rips at my heart. This anger and sense of injustice that have me raging like a two year old inside while I paste on a smile outside.
