By the end of the night, we had a plan. We would restore Max’s room together, and Vivian would help us explain to Max what happened. She also agreed to start seeing a grief counselor to work through her feelings about losing her husband.
The next day, we all pitched in to bring Max’s room back to life. As we hung the last poster, we heard the front door open.
“Mom? Dad? I’m home!” Max called.
We exchanged nervous glances as his footsteps pounded up the stairs. When he burst into the room, his face lit up with joy.
“You kept it the same!” he exclaimed, throwing himself into my arms.
Over his head, I caught Vivian’s eye. She gave me a small, sad smile, and I knew we were on the path to healing.
That night, we all crowded into Max’s room for a bedtime story. As I looked around at my family, I realized that sometimes, the hardest lessons lead to the greatest understanding.
What would you have done?
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