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

” he yells on the upswing, voice bright with something that sounds like pure life. “When I’m big, I’m gonna get you a house with a pool!”

I laugh, but it cracks around the edges.

“A pool, huh?”

“And a dog,” he adds. “And you can have your hair long like Rapunzel again.”

There it is.

A casual little stab.

A child’s innocent cruelty.

I blink hard.

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