The pen.
The paperwork.
Mike’s words.
“One day, you’ll wish you had listened to me.”
When Jake finally came down from the stage, he walked over to me.
“Mom.”
“Yes?”
“Do you know now that you made the right decision?”
I was already crying.
“I’ve known it since the moment I brought you home.”
He smiled.
“I just figured something out too.”
“What?”
Jake hugged me.
“I never wanted to live a long life just for the sake of living longer. I only wanted to live in a way that made my being here mean something.”
And in that moment, I finally understood how wrong all of us had been on the day he was born.
Everyone had been asking the same question:
How much time does this child have?
But that had never been the right question.
The real question was:
What could he do with the time he had?
