A Short Story - Part 5

I took my son out, hoping that a walk in nature would allow us the opportunity to talk about his mother. After a short while, I began by telling him how much I missed her. He calmly said that she was never coming back. He saw the surprised look on my face and explained that he had woken up that night and seen his mother lying dead and his grandmother quietly crying. He had felt sad but also relieved that his mother no longer suffered from the aches and pains that paralyzed her. I didn't know what to say. My son had known all along and just kept it to himself. He broke the silence by suggesting the two of us go on short adventures together while his disease hadn't taken away his ability to walk. 

And so began our journey...