It was an ordinary Friday afternoon—a day typically defined by rushing out of work and easing into the weekend—when Nolan, my eight-year-old son, fundamentally changed how I saw the world around me.
We had just left the park, walking back to the car with the sweet, frosty relief of chocolate milkshakes in hand, when he pointed across the street. A …
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