My Son Died in a Car Accident at Nineteen – Five Years Later, a Little Boy with the Same Birthmark Under His Left Eye Walked into My Classroom

I nodded, stirring in two packets, my hands a little steadier.

Theo looked up, his eyes shining. “Are you coming next Saturday, too?”

Ivy watched us.

I caught Ivy’s eye. She gave a small, brave smile. “If you’d like,” she said, voice soft.

“Yeah,” I said, my chest tight and hopeful. “I’d like that very much.”

For once, it felt like the world was letting someone new begin, right there over pancakes and crayons and second chances.