I couldn’t save Leo.
But maybe I could stop someone else from becoming another quiet headline in a family’s living room.Family games
The next morning, I went back to the comment section.
My first instinct was to fight. To tell the tough-love crowd exactly what they could do with their opinions.
But I’d spent my whole life believing anger was strength, and I wasn’t interested in worshiping that anymore.
So I wrote one sentence and pinned it to the top.
If you’re here to debate whether my son “deserved” empathy, you’ve already answered the question.
That set people off.
Some cheered. Some attacked. Some told me I was “soft,” like softness is an insult and not the only thing that makes humans survivable.
And there it was—the controversy, the argument, the split down the middle of the American dinner table:
