I Lost My Son Five Years Ago—But Last Month, A Kid In Angry Birds Pajamas Changed Everything (10 of 11)

We went to a village fair. Arvid saw an old woman selling trinkets and ran over. He pointed to a small wooden horse.

“That’s it!” he said. “I remember this!”

I told him he couldn’t remember something he never had, but he insisted.

So I bought it.

When we got home, I pulled out another box.

Inside was the same wooden horse—Matija’s favorite. One of his last birthday gifts.

Now we had two.

I don’t know what that means. I don’t need to.

Sometimes, the heart knows what the mind can’t explain.

I still miss Matija every day. That will never change.

But Arvid gave me a second chance—not to be a father again, but to be present, open, and alive.