I (48) made a reservation at the local diner for a bite of the day with my mother. I’m a bit earlier than her, so I sit alone at the table for a while. A boy notices this. After some time he comes to me and asks: “What are you doing here?” “I’m waiting for my mother.” There is silence for a while. “Are you a child then?”
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A version of this article also appeared in NRC on the morning of March 1, 2022