My daughter and Noah were kneeling beside a large board filled with drawings, notes, and arrows connecting ideas, while a laptop nearby displayed a paused slideshow.
As I stepped closer, familiar images caught my eye: a smiling photo of my father, snapshots of our neighborhood park, and a handwritten title that read, “Community Reading Day.” Slowly, it became clear that nothing here was hidden; everything had been carefully built.
They explained that they were planning a volunteer project for the local community center—organizing reading sessions for younger children and hoping to invite my father, her grandfather, to participate.
Since his recent illness, he had grown quieter and discouraged, and they wanted to give him something to anticipate with purpose and joy
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