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

too long.

He’s doing that thing again—checking if I’m still here.

As if I might evaporate at a red light.

At the park, the parking lot is already full. There are minivans and strollers and parents in puffy jackets holding coffee cups. Little kids in bright hats run in every direction like spilled Skittles.

The smell of damp woodchips hits me, mixed with continue reading …