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

in my chest.

Maybe I was overthinking it.

Maybe he was just distracted.

Sam waited patiently.

“I’ll have a lemonade,” Leo said finally.

Sam wrote it down with care.

Then he looked at me.

“And for you?”

“Unsweetened tea, please.”

He nodded.

“Perfect.”

He murmured both orders back to himself before smiling again.

“I’ll… be right back.”

The moment he left, Leo let continue reading …