Silent Night, Broken Promises
Language: en
On Christmas Eve, my three-year-old son, battling cancer, took a turn for the worse. His only wish was for "Santa Daddy" to bring him a gift. I called my husband, frantic. But he just yelled at me in annoyance. "Why are you calling me all the time? I'm just helping Emily find Bubble! Why do you have to make a scene?" "If Bubble is gone, Emily will be devastated!" Bubble? His high school sweetheart Emily’s dog? I swallowed my rage and told him our son, Winter, might not make it through the night. He just laughed. "Stop being dramatic, Claire. I know you. Winter is just acting out…