The box is tossed in front of the front door, the bag is almost completely empty, and, mixed between the pieces, are squashed particles of cereal dust.
A single father shares how being shaped by his nonverbal son and teenage daughter reframed what strength, love, and success really mean.
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Angry, Not Angry
I didn’t get mad at him for an impulse that he obviously couldn’t control in that moment. I wanted to. A voice in my head said, “Yo. Freak out.”
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