Brogan has cancer.
Suddenly he's delicate to me. Looking at him feels like it might break him. I'm cautious, and full of sadness. He's oblivious. He's lucky, and incredibly unlucky. I could ask 'why?' for the rest of eternity.
I'm terrified but optimistic, and most likely extremely naive.
He can't get a break. He's only four. It's not fair.