MY SON CAME HOME FROM SCHOOL—AND THE FIRST THING HE DID STOPPED ME IN MY TRACKS
Every weekday, at exactly 3:42 PM, the school bus pulls up, the door opens, and my son rushes down the sidewalk like a tiny freight train—backpack slipping off one shoulder, hair messy, eyes locked on the front door like it’s the best place to be. But today felt different. He didn’t shout or burst in…