Returning from Boston, my parents brought home for Namine a book, entitled Good Night Boston.

One page in particular seemed to get Namine’s attention. It was a page about students, and there was one student in a wheelchair. Namine noticed right away; she pointed and said, “He’s in a wheelchair, just like me!”

Husband. Daddy. Programmer. Artist. I’m not an expert, I just play one in real life.