I took my 7-year-old son, who has Down syndrome and is battling leukemia, to see the ocean, because that was his greatest – and perhaps LAST – wish… But that evening, the hotel manager knocked on our door and said: “There is something about this trip that you do not know.”

    The truth is that I was selfish.

    I was startled and ran away.

    « I abandoned my son when he needed me most. »

Then I came to the last lines.

    « I am downstairs in the hotel lobby. »

    I won’t come to you if you don’t want me to.

    If Liam wants to see me, I’ll wait.

Liam looked at me.

“Mom… how is Mark?”

I sat down next to him.

« He is your father. »

His eyes grew wide.

That father who lives so far away?

« Yes. »

Is he here?

I nodded.

Then Liam asked a question that broke my heart.

« Did he leave because I am different? »

« No, honey. »

 

I took his hands.

« It is absolutely not because you have Down syndrome. »

« Because I got sick? »

« He was afraid. »

Liam frowned.

« But you were afraid too. »

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