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

name was Daniel.”

He studied the picture again.

“Was he… family?”

“No.”

“My best friend.”

Leo blinked.

“I didn’t know you had a best friend before Aunt Rachel.”

“I didn’t have one before him.”

“He came first.”

I picked up the birthday card.

The front read, “To My Favorite Friend.”

Inside, in large, uneven handwriting, were six words.

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