Five Years After Losing My Son, a Boy in Pajamas Walked In and Changed Everything (3 of 4)
I nearly lost it.
The following week, I started helping Liam with schoolwork. His grandpa, Hank, wasn’t much of a kid person but agreed it might help. What began as tutoring turned into board games… and then I taught him Snuzzlepop.
He already knew how to play.
“It’s like I’ve played this before,” he said.
One night, Liam fell asleep on my yellow couch. I covered him with a blanket and saw the tag inside his pajama pants.
“Ethan 8.”
I sat down and cried like I hadn’t cried in five years.
The next morning, I talked to Liam’s mom, Rachel. She worked long shifts at the hospital. I told her everything—about Ethan, the couch, the pajamas, the card game. She listened quietly, then showed me a photo of Liam at age four, holding those same pants.
“They came in a box left on our porch when we moved in. I never knew where they came from.”
After that, everything changed.
