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My dying son asked the scary biker in the hospital waiting room to hold him instead of me. I’m his mother

It began as an ordinary day in the children’s hospital — the kind of day that already carried too much pain, too many goodbyes. My son Liam was seven. He’d …

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My dying son asked the scary biker in the hospital waiting room to hold him instead of me. I’m his mother

It began as an ordinary day in the children’s hospital — the kind of day that already carried too much pain, too many goodbyes. My son Liam was seven. He’d …

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My dying son asked the scary biker in the hospital waiting room to hold him instead of me. I’m his mother

It began as an ordinary day in the children’s hospital — the kind of day that already carried too much pain, too many goodbyes. My son Liam was seven. He’d …