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afternoon, seven-year-old Leo sat quietly on the porch swing engulfed in a thick, navy-blue turtleneck sweater.

I wiped a bead of sweat from my collarbone and handed him a cherry popsicle. My brow furrowed as I looked at the heavy knit wool clinging to his small, fragile frame.

“Aren’t you roasting in that, buddy?” I asked, keeping my voice gentle. I continue reading …