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

I couldn’t bear to write it yet.

I pull out a notebook and flip through it.

Lists.

So many lists.

Things Leo likes. Things Leo hates. Things that make him laugh. Things that make him cry. Favorite foods. Favorite jokes. Favorite bedtime story.

I’ve written down his current laugh—how it starts as a squeak and then turns into a full-body explosion.

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