How a 92-Year-Old Taught a Life Lesson in a Busy Food Court”
The food court buzzed with the usual weekend chaos—clattering trays, laughter, and the hum of idle conversation—but at our table, time seemed to pause. My 92-year-old father and I had just returned from a shoe run when a teenager with hair painted in impossible shades of green, red, orange, and blue caught his gaze. Something …
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