I woke up from the coma and heard my son whisper, “Don’t open your eyes”… my husband and my own sister were waiting for me to d!e so they could take everything.

trapped in my own body.

But then Ethan appears at my door, sleepy-eyed and worried.

“Mom,” he asks, “are you still here?”

And every time, I reach for him.

“Yes, baby,” I say. “I’m still here.”

Because sometimes people try to bury you before you’re gone.

But sometimes—

you come back.