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

with age.

“Dear Emma,”

“Thank you for being my friend.”

“You always made school better.”

“I hope you smile lots.”

“Your friend,”

“Daniel”

Leo read it twice.

“He wrote this after…”

I nodded.

“After the parking lot. He still called me his friend.”

Leo swallowed hard.

“He didn’t hate you.”

“That would have been easier.”

Another tear fell.

“I’ve read that letter hundreds continue reading …