I was at the park with two of my friends one afternoon, when the voice of a mother echoed through the trees surrounding us. “Greg, you nuisance, get over here. I’m not keeping the food just for you.”
A young boy, about 8 years old, who had been playing with a ball nearby, put it away and looked up at me. I was distracted by my departing friends who were waving goodbye and smiling at the boy. I watched them as they drove away. I turned around and the boy now stood close to me. He held onto the sleeve of my jacket. I said, “Oh, I didn’t know you were right here.”
The boy leaned closer. I was sho...
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