The morning began the way so many others had, with quiet effort and careful pretending. In the small diner, beneath flickering lights and the hum of tired machinery, a mother and her son sat across from each other, stretching warmth and patience to cover what money could not. Every choice was measured, every glance weighed. When the waitress mentioned cake, the boy shook his head quickly, not because he didn’t want it, but because wanting felt dangerous. He had learned, far too young, how easily hope could become embarrassment.
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