For ten years, my best friend took my autistic son out once a month.
Every time I asked where they had gone, the answer sounded simple.
“The diner.”
Fries, milkshakes, maybe a stop at the bookstore afterward.
That was all I thought it was.
Then, on Leo’s eighteenth birthday, he insisted we celebrate at that same diner…. Continue Reading ⬇️
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