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She smiled and said, “You probably don’t remember my son, Leo. He came home from school that day and told me he wanted to learn welding from his dad. He spent the whole summer in the shop. He’s already earned enough to buy his first car. I just wanted to thank you. I’ve never seen him so proud of himself.”

I had to clear my throat before I answered. “That wasn’t me,” I said. “That was his father. I…