The Milkshake That Taught Me What Really Matters
One stressful afternoon, I sat at the kitchen table, overwhelmed by bills and unread emails, sipping cold coffee and sinking deeper into my thoughts. That’s when my four-year-old son, Nolan, tugged at my sleeve and softly asked, “Milkshake?” It was a simple request, but it pulled me out of my fog. Smiling, I agreed, and…
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