My 17-Year-Old Son Shaved His Head for His Sick Girlfriend – The Next Day, Her Mother Said, ‘You Need to Come to the Hospital and See What Your Son Did’

“You’re going again today?”

“Tell Diane I said hi. I texted her yesterday, and she barely wrote back,” I told my son.

Aaron paused, just for a second.

“She’s tired, Mom.”

“I know, baby.”

But I’d noticed.

***

My best friend’s replies had been shrinking for weeks. A thumbs-up where there used to be a paragraph. A “k” where there used to be a phone call. I told myself it was the stress, the chemotherapy schedules, and the lack of sleep.

After all, grieving mothers don’t owe anyone small talk.

“She barely wrote back.”

***

Aaron kissed the top of my head, which still felt new and lovely, and grabbed his keys.

“Drive carefully,” I said.