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

hair messy, looking like he’s aged ten years in six months.

He leans against the frame, watching me on the floor surrounded by my paper attempts at immortality.

“Is this… what you do every night?” he asks softly.

I nod.

Mike steps inside slowly and sits beside me.

He picks up one of the letters and reads the label without opening it.

“Open when you’re 13,continue reading …