My husband abandoned us after doctors said our son’s cancer could no longer be cured... Days later, I found a secret letter that my son had written to Santa — and that same night I made a decision that changed everything

“I don’t know, Leo.”

He looked out the window of the plane for several seconds.

Then he whispered:

“Nothing happens. The important thing is that you come with me.”

I could hardly hold back the tears.

The next day, we were in Paris.

When the Eiffel Tower finally appeared in the distance, I was not looking at the tower.

I was looking at Leo.

He stopped.

He raised his head.

And for a long time he didn't say anything.

“I read?”

Finally, he smiled.

“Mom... is actually much bigger than I thought.”

I laughed.

He also laughs.

And for the first time in months, when I looked at his face, I didn't see a hospital.

I didn't see doctors.

I didn't see test results.

I only saw my son.

I wanted us to take a selfie.

“Just you and me, Mom.”

He turned his head against mine.

I picked up the phone.

The Eiffel Tower stood behind us.