The Accident No One Would Want To Survive
The day before Thanksgiving, the local TV news featured a story about Jason's recovery. An old photograph of him in his police uniform, smiling before an American flag, filled the screen.
Zane, now 3, walked into the living room just then. He stopped in his tracks, transfixed by the face.
"Hey!" he exclaimed. "That's my Daddy!"
No more than a foot away, Jason watched from his favorite chair. He quietly studied the boy by the television, the boy whose own image mirrored the one in the box.
"Who am I?" he asked his son.
Zane turned to the voice. It was familiar, but he wasn't sure who this man was. He remained quiet.
"Am I your Daddy?" Jason asked.
Zane examined him some more, but his mind couldn't sort things out. Finally, he decided.
"No," the boy replied. "That's my Daddy." And he turned back to the TV.
Jason's heart sank. He'd been home three months, and he still wasn't Daddy.