That morning at the children’s hospital began quietly, the way difficult days often do. My son, Liam, was seven, gentle by nature, and nearing the end of a long medical journey. The doctors had spoken with us earlier, explaining that it was time to bring him home and focus on keeping him as comfortable as possible.
No parent is ever prepared for that kind of conversation. I wasn’t ready. But Liam, with a calmness far beyond his years, simply wanted to go home to the things that made him feel safe.
