THESE BIKERS MADE MY DAUGHTER SMILE, BUT ONE OF THEM KNEW HER NAME WITHOUT ASKING
Every Saturday after our routine visit to the library, when my daughter Leni and I walked home together, a small ritual of joy unfolded. Leni would clutch a bag filled with picture books and a whimsical balloon animal gifted by the librarian in recognition of her quiet behavior during story time. It was a simple…