A 5-Year-Old Offers a Parched Mailman Ice Water — The Following Day, a Red Bugatti Arrives at His Preschool
It was one of those summer afternoons when the air itself seemed to drag its feet from the heat. My five-year-old son, Eli, was outside sketching dinosaurs on the driveway while I enjoyed sweet tea on the porch. Down the street, an older mailman moved along slowly under the intense sun, his uniform soaked dark ...

















