his eyes narrowing as he glanced our way. Then the waitress approached us with a soft voice and a careful, polite smile. She asked if we would be “more comfortable” sitting outside instead. What was supposed to be a small celebration after Ben’s visit to the dentist suddenly felt heavy with shame. It was as if an invisible shadow had fallen over our little table, stealing the warmth from the moment. “Did we do something wrong?” Ben whispered, his small shoulders Continue reading…
