Then my eyes caught the first sentence.
“Dear Santa, this year I don’t need any toys…”
I don’t know why, but I kept reading.
And when I reached the next lines, my hands began to shake.
I sat down right there on the kitchen floor.
Because my son had asked for something that, years earlier, only his father and I had ever talked about.
And for the first time, I understood that I no longer had the right to waste even one more day.
The story takes an even more unexpected turn from here. You can read Part 2 through the link in the comments 👇‼️
The letter said:
“Dear Santa, this year I don’t need any toys. I already have enough things.
I only want one thing.
Dad always said that when I got completely better, the three of us would go to Paris.
I want to see the Eiffel Tower at least once.
If it costs too much, then please don’t bring me any other presents.”
I sat on the kitchen floor holding that letter, barely able to breathe.
But the most painful part wasn’t even the Eiffel Tower.
It was this sentence:
“When I get completely better.”
My child still believed he had time.
He believed there would be a day when the hospital visits would end.
A day when his father would come home.
A day when the three of us would simply pack our suitcases and fly to Paris together.
But I knew something he didn’t.
That “someday” might never come.
That evening, I called his doctor.
“I want to take Leo to Paris.”
There was silence for a few seconds.
Then he asked:
“How is he feeling today?”
“Relatively well.”
The doctor paused.
“If his condition allows him to travel and this is something you want to do… don’t wait too long.”
Those four words were enough.
Don’t wait too long.
The next morning, I started organizing everything.
Plane tickets.
A hotel.
Medical documents.
Everything we might need during the trip.
I didn’t even want to think about the money.
All I could picture was Leo’s face when he saw the Eiffel Tower for the first time.
And then I did something I didn’t want to do.
I texted Daniel.
Since leaving, he had barely contacted us.
I sent him only one message:
“Leo wrote a letter to Santa. He wants to see the Eiffel Tower. We’re going to Paris. If you want to be there for your son, now is the time.”
