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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 my son up and carry his joy home in my own pocket if I had to.
Instead, I was watching strangers protect it for continue reading …
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