That winter, my eight-year-old son found endless joy in building snowmen in the same small corner of our front yard. Every afternoon after school, he rushed outside, cheeks red from the cold, carefully shaping snow into characters with names, stories, and a familiar red scarf that made each one feel complete. Watching him from the window was a reminder of…
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