Part 1: The Cold Reality of the Gym
It was a chilly Friday night in early April. The elementary school gym was buzzing with the scent of popcorn, sweat, and varnished wood. Brightly colored balloons hung from the ceiling, reflecting the glare of the fluorescent lights, and streamers fluttered as kids ran past. Fathers stumbled over each other in mismatched shoes, …
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