"Who told you about cancer?", she asked, her voice brusquer than she had wanted.
"The teacher played us a song, by Simon and Garfunkel. It said silence grows like a cancer."
"Did you already know what that meant?", she asked, her voice softening slightly.
"Marty told me. His uncle died from cancer. It's a sickness that lives in your body, and when it gets grown, you die."
"Come here", she said, holding him tightly, letting herself cry.
A few months later, they sat on the couch, holding hands.
"But why did Daddy have to go?", he asked.
"Because sometimes fights can grow like a cancer".
"Does that mean your love died?" he asked.
"Yes." she said.
"Then how do I know that one day, your love for me won't die too?", he asked, trying not to cry.
"I promise it won't", she whispered, hugging him tightly, praying she wasn't speaking a lie.
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