I Promised My Son Forever—Then Cancer Made Me Count the Months

still puffy with sleep.

He’s holding his shoes like trophies.

“Momma! Park! Park right now!” he says, like the park might disappear if we waste even one minute.

Mike manages a smile. I manage one too. It feels like stretching a bruise.

“Let me eat first, speed racer,” I tell Leo, and he giggles because he loves when I call him that.

Mike flips pancakes continue reading …