“Dad, are you mad?” Dylan asked hesitantly.
I pulled him into a hug. “Not even a little.”
From that day on, our lives grew bigger. We visited every weekend, helping with groceries, fixing up the house, and listening to his stories. What started as a mystery of missing socks became the beginning of something far more precious—a friendship stitched together by kindness.
And as for my left socks? Well, I started buying extra pairs—just in case.
