Our Family Was Flying on a Make-a-Wish Trip for My Ill Son – Halfway Through the Flight, the Pilot Said, ‘Mike, There’s One Thing About This Trip That You and Your Parents Know Nothing About’

nodded seriously, as though “cloud wet” was a perfectly scientific answer.

Then he smiled.

It was the kind of smile that had become rare over the past year.

Cancer had stolen many things from our eight-year-old son.

His strength.

His thick brown hair.

His endless energy.

But somehow…

It had never managed to steal his curiosity.

He pressed his forehead against continue reading …