November 9, 2016A Chapter by Bardy
I see this little boy at the end of an isle, no older than 5, running past. He's laughing and enjoying himself without a care in the world. Not far behind is dad after him with a stroller playing with him. They turn back around and go past me. This time dad and I make eye contact. I smile and nod my head.
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