Three months later.Dark circles framed Myriam’s eyes. She was lying on a hospital bed, clinging to Tony’s frail body. The little boy had suffered a severe infection, and the doctors were assessing his condition.The child wouldn’t stop crying, and Myriam’s heart shattered. Those months had been a relentless battle: every time Tony seemed to improve, he would relapse.A nurse asked her to step out; she needed to take the child for another test. Myriam kissed Tony’s forehead and left.Outside, Rubén was waiting. She collapsed into his arms, releasing all the tears she had been holding back.“I don’t want my son to die,” she sobbed. “He looks so weak.”Rubén tried to comfort her, to give her strength, but it was impossible. Minutes later, Myriam was called into the pediatric oncologist’s office, a doctor she knew well.“Dr. Gregor, how is my son?” she asked, trembling, noticing the grave expression on the specialist’s face.The doctor exhaled. “Tony urgently needs a bone marrow transpla
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