She Took His Last Light

Summary

My son waited six months to finally get a surgical slot with the top pediatric ophthalmologist.

But my wife gave his spot away to the grandson of her late mentor.

Her justification was simple: “Finn is a boy. He can tough it out. Lily is just a little girl; it breaks my heart when she cries.”

That afternoon, my son took his crayons and drew a picture of a woman with no eyes.

He handed it to his teacher and said, “This is my mom. She can’t see me.”

…

“Nolan, can you stop being so incredibly selfish? What difference does it make if Finn’s procedure is pushed back a few days?”