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party was dancing exactly like my son. Arms flailing. Feet stomping. Completely off the beat.
And in the middle of it all was my boy.
Still smiling. Still beaming.
But this time, he was not alone.
When Laughter Changes Direction
I stood at the edge of the yard, unable to move. I had walked into that birthday party prepared for the worst, prepared to scoop continue reading …
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