My Son’s Innocent Question Led Me to Discover a Secret That Almost Ruined Our Family
Our car was a mess. Between Ben’s grueling construction job and raising our five-year-old, it felt more like a moving junkyard than a family vehicle. Muddy footprints, crumpled wrappers, scattered tools, and Liam’s snacks, broken crayons, and juice boxes all made up the chaotic backseat. That Saturday, with Ben working and Liam at home with…