My Son Rolled His Eyes and Giggled at Our Waiter with Down Syndrome – So I Taught Him a Lesson He'll Never Forget

"The principal told us his mother had accepted a job in another state."

"They moved over the weekend."

"He was gone."

I handed Leo the letter.

"Dear Emma,"

"Thank you for being my friend."

"You always made school better."

"I hope you smile lots."

"Your friend,"

"Daniel"

"He wrote this after..."

I nodded.

"After the parking lot. He still called me his friend."

Leo swallowed.

"He didn't hate you."

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