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

think it through.”

“I know. Neither did I, back then.”

He started crying.

Not softly.

Not quietly.

The kind of crying that comes when shame finally catches up to you.

“I’m sorry, Mom.”

“I know.”

“No.”

He shook his head.

“I’m sorry for him. For Sam. I saw his face. I just…”

He couldn’t get the rest out.

I reached over and took his hand.

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