My son taught me more than I had taught him when we went out for milkshakes.
A Milkshake with My Son Reminded Me What Really Matters I took a long sip of my black coffee, though it had been lukewarm for a while. I barely tasted it—my mind was swamped with unpaid bills, ignored emails, and that persistent tightness in my chest I hadn’t been able to name, only carry. That’s…
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