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

slowly stopped trying.”

“But not Daniel.”

“He sat with me at lunch every day.”

“Without fail.”

“He’d hand me half his sandwich, because he always packed too much.”

“He’d tell me awful jokes until I cracked a smile.”

“He never asked me to stop being sad. He just wouldn’t let me be sad by myself.”

A tear slid down my cheek.

“He saved me.”

Leo stared.

“I never continue reading …