A Milkshake, a Lesson, and My Son’s Quiet Kindness
One stressful afternoon, overwhelmed by bills and deadlines, my four-year-old son, Nolan, gently tugged at my sleeve and asked, “Milkshake?” It was such a simple request, yet it pulled me out of my spiral. I paused, smiled, and said, “Let’s go.” We went to O’Malley’s Diner — old, worn, but home to the best milkshakes….
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