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

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That honesty feels like falling.

But then I add, “So I’m going to give you hugs now. A lot of them. So many you’ll get sick of me.”

Leo sniffles and leans in, pressing his face against my neck.

“I’ll never get sick of you,” he whispers.

And in that moment, I understand something that could start a war in any comment section:

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