A Simple Milkshake with My Son Taught Me More Than Years of Adulthood Ever Did
The coffee in my cup had gone cold, but I kept sipping it anyway—more out of habit than anything else. My head was buzzing with unpaid bills, neglected emails, and this ever-present weight in my chest I couldn’t quite name. That’s when Nolan tugged at my sleeve. Four years old, all curiosity and softness. “Milkshake?”…
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