MY SON

“My son is in the hospital, Dad. He has… acute lymphoblastic leukemia.”

He stayed silent for a long moment, deep in thought. Did the diagnosis hurt me? Of course it did. But perhaps I didn’t suffer as much as my little bunny because I hadn’t lived through the worst of it.

“I… don’t even know what to say, Enrico. That’s why… the mask? You… had just come from the hospital?”

“Yes. But the thing is, I need to get back there, Dad. I have to stay by my son’s ...