I was sitting at a rectangular dinner table with my wife, Donna, my daughter, and her three children—six of us. During the animated conversation, I glanced at my grandson Bruce, age eleven, who was sitting to my right. He was tearing up, so I asked him, “What’s going
on?”
Quietly, he choked out the words, “Nobody’s listening to me.”
“Hmm, it sucks when people don’t listen to you. Would you like to figure a way to get what you want?”
He nodded.
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