Your Promise

She was selfish the year she insisted on giving birth to Lawrie despite being aware of the health complications that he might suffer from. "Lawrie..." Vanessa gently held Lawrie's little hand in her palm. "Tell Mommy if you feel any pain anywhere" "Mommy..." Lawrie feebly uttered. He wanted to say more, but he was too frail to do so. "Lawrie, don't say anything if you're tired. I'll talk to you," Vanessa bowed her head, leaned in and kissed Lawrie's forehead. "I'll stay with you and we'll get you cured no matter what. You'll live a healthy and happy life like other children." "Mommy, I'm not afraid." As long as his Mommy was by his side, he would not be afraid. He believed that he would live. "Yes, my baby's the bravest. But Lawrie, when I'm around, you don't have to keep being so strong. You can relax. You must tell me if you feel uncomfortable." The more mature Lawrie acted, the more uncomfortable Vanessa felt. She wished that Lawrie, who was still so young, could cry out in pain as