Mike looked at me, asking silently for permission one last time. When I nodded again, he carefully lifted Liam into his arms. This massive, tattooed man held my fragile boy with the gentleness of someone holding the most precious thing in the world.
For half an hour, the world around us disappeared. Nurses paused to watch the scene unfold, wiping tears secretly. Families in the waiting room turned away, touched by the unexpected beauty of the moment.
It was a picture of compassion in its purest form — a moment I will never, ever forget.
When we left the hospital, Liam asked if Mike could visit him at home. Without hesitation, Mike promised he would.
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