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

apologetic smile.

“I’m… still learning.”

His words came slower than most people’s.

Each sentence was measured.

Each syllable counted.

I smiled back.

“Thank you, Sam. It’s nice to meet you.”

His shoulders eased.

“It’s… nice to meet you too.”

He turned to Leo.

“And what would you like to drink?”

Leo hesitated.

Then he shot me a small, knowing smirk.

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