September 3, 2026

In the Sunlit Bathroom, I Spotted an Odd Patch on My Son’s Scalp, and My Mind Couldn’t Stray Far from It

“Is it gonna be okay?”

I hesitate, the truth tangled with my own fears.

“We’ll find out tomorrow, okay?”

He nods, accepting this small comfort.

His eyes close again, trusting in my promise of answers.

The night presses on, each hour blending into the next.

I lie awake, counting the breaths of my sleeping family.

And then it’s morning.

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