“For the first time in my life, I was proud of my son. I went over and ruffled his hair and then picked him up. I asked if I could play with one of the trucks. He handed me both of the ones from his left hands. One was a fire truck and one was a dump truck. They were the most beautiful trucks I had ever held.”
Nathaniel Tower, “Two Hands Are Better Than Four”
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