I walk into my son's room as I do everyday.
He looks to me a smile brightening his eyes.
I ask how his day was and his smile ever brightens as he slides off his bed.

As he disappears for a moment,
I look around his clean, white room, the window showing the city below.
The never-ending beep, reminding me of the pain within him.

He comes back up, his small, blue suitcase in his arms. The smile...