son sitting upright on his bed, talking softly into the darkness as if someone were listening. My heart raced for a moment, but when I stepped closer, I saw he wasn’t afraid—just focused. He turned to me with sleepy eyes and pointed to the rocking chair in the corner. “Mommy, the big man sits there. He sings.” There was no one in the room, but the chair was gently moving as if someone had just stood up. Continues…