The man whose motorcycle put my son in the hospital showed up again today.
And for a moment, I honestly wanted to kill him.
It had been forty-seven days since everything fell apart.
Forty-seven days since my twelve-year-old son, Malik, was hit while crossing the street.
Forty-seven days since he slipped into a coma.
And for forty-seven days, the man …
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