“We have to hurry up, Joey. People are waiting,” I say, reaching for the next box he’s trying to grab.
“I can do it by myself,” he screams.
I check my frustration, taking deep breaths with a clenched jaw as we make our way through the last few items. When we finish, an older man walking past smiles at us and says, “I miss that age. All mine are grown. Enjoy every minute — goes by…
