HE CRIED ON THE BUS EVERY DAY—UNTIL SHE DID WHAT NO ONE ELSE WOULD
He used to be my sunshine. Every morning, Calvin would burst through the door as if he’d been shot out of a cannon—calling goodbye to the dog, waving his plastic dinosaur at me, and then sprinting down the driveway to catch the bus. At six, he had more energy than you could keep up with….
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