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I Lost My Son Five Years Ago—But Last Month, A Kid In Angry Birds Pajamas Changed Everything

After Matija died, I stopped sitting on the yellow couch.

That was where we used to cuddle and play those ridiculous card games he made up. Where he wore those exact pajama pants with the Angry Birds on them—he practically lived in those things the year he turned eight.

The funeral ended, the house got quiet, and I just… shut off. Everyone grieved in their own way, but I didn’t want “a way.” I wanted my son.

Then last month, something strange happened.

I was visiting my cousin Renata in her village, helping her fix a broken tile wall. Her neighbor’s grandkid kept peeking into the yard. Same age Matija would’ve been now. Brown hair, cautious smile. Nothing unusual—until I looked down.

He was wearing those pants.

The exact same pattern. Same faded red birds. I froze.