They say being buried alive is the scariest thing.
No.
It’s being trapped in your own body,
having your parents squeezing your hand,
praying to a God they don’t believe in —
not knowing you’re in there trying to respond.
The doctor urged my parents to pull the plug
many times.
They always refused.
But this time they listen,
ask questions.
They wait for him to leave
and squeeze my hand one last time.
One last time because I lock eyes with my mom
and blink —
I blink.
