Didn’t know his interest would be piqued as I listed today’s potential menu. Denied so many times. French toast, crackers, grilled cheese. The last got a dramatic eyebrow shift, though lids remained sealed. His body wavered on the edge of existence but stayed upright in defiance of bed alarms. I was afraid to leave him but couldn’t pass up the eyebrows that were so interested.
He sat where I left him.
No words exchanged. I listened content, as his focused grunts cleared the plate of hot, melted, sustenance. For a moment, tumors quieted, and both mother and child rested fully satisfied.