My son rolled his eyes and laughed at our waiter with Down syndrome—so I taught him a lesson he’ll never forget.

Several handwritten letters.

A friendship bracelet made of green and white thread.

A ticket stub from a high school basketball game.

And a worn birthday card.

Leo lifted one of the photos.

It showed a teenage girl next to a smiling boy.

He wore a bright blue T-shirt.

His grin stretched ear to ear.

He had Down syndrome.

Leo frowned.

“Who is he?”

I swallowed.

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