As my three-year-old son and I strolled through the parking lot, a group of teenagers started giggling and pointing at us. My stomach tightened and my cheeks turned red. They were laughing at my child. I tightened the grip on the leash attached to my son?s blue backpack.
Taking a deep breath, I tried to focus on my son?s carefree demeanour. ?I can?...
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