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.”

« Yes. »

« And you stayed. »

I could not give an answer.

After a moment he whispered:

« I want to see him. »

We went down together.

Mark stood by the window in the lobby.

He looked older, thin, and exhausted.

He froze when he saw Liam.

Then he slowly knelt down.

« Hello, Liam. »

Liam held my hand tightly.

« Are you really my father? »

« Yes. »

« Why didn’t you come visit me? »

Mark lowered his head.

« Because I was a coward. »

Liam looked at him intently.

« I was scared in the hospital. »

« I know. »

« But Mom stayed. »

Tears welled up in Mark’s eyes.

« Yes. »

« And Grandpa stayed. »

« Yes. »

« You should have stayed too. »

Mark’s face clouded over.

« You are right. »

Liam opened the blue box and took out a small silver music box.

You protected her?

 » Every day. « 

Liam listened to the soft melody.

Then he said:

Tomorrow we are going back to the ocean.

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