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My mother took $300 from my eight-year-old son’s birthday wallet in front of our whole family and handed it to his cousin, saying, “Girls need more.” Noah only said, “Okay, Grandma,” then went home and wrote eleven thank-you cards explaining exactly where everyone’s gift had gone. By Wednesday, eleven relatives had called me with the same question—and then my mother demanded I tell all of them my son was confused... / Chapter 8 / 10

Chapter 8 - The Reconstruction of Party Room B

Two weeks after the summit in Byron, my professional life at the Rochester Parks and Recreation center collided head-on with my personal life in the most unexpected way possible.

I was walking down the hallway toward Party Room B carrying a box of dodgeballs when I noticed a municipal work crew gathered outside the door. A tall man in a high-vis vest was standing on a stepladder, holding a heavy-duty screwdriver.

He was in the process of unscrewing the crooked, laminated PARTY ROOM RULES sign that I had printed six months ago.

"Hey! What are you doing with that?" I called out, jogging over.

The worker turned around, grinning. "Work order from upper management, Ms. Ballard. Complete facility refresh. We're tearing down these old accordion partition walls, repainting the walls, and updating all the signage in the building."

I stared up at the bare wall where the ugly faux-wood partition had stood for decades. Without it, Party Room B suddenly looked twice as large, opening up into a bright, unified space flooded with natural light from the oversized windows facing the park.

"They're taking down the wall?" I asked, my breath catching in my throat.

"Yep," the worker said cheerfully. "No more dividing lines. Management says we need more open-concept community spaces."

I couldn't help the slow, triumphant smile that spread across my face. Even municipal bureaucracy, it seemed, agreed that walls needed to come down.

That evening, after clocking out, I walked out to the parking lot where Seth and Noah were waiting by our car. Noah was kicking a soccer ball back and forth against the rear bumper, his navy trifold wallet bulging slightly in his back pocket—not with stolen cash, but with his own hard-earned allowance and a brand-new library card.

"Mom!" Noah yelled, trapping the soccer ball under his cleat. "Guess what?"

"What is it, buddy?" I asked, walking up to him.

"Mrs. Gable at school said my essay on honesty won first place in the third-grade writing competition!" he beamed proudly.

I knelt down, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him into a fierce, suffocating hug. "I am so proud of you, Noah. So, so proud."

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"Does this mean we can celebrate with pizza?" he asked seriously.

"Only if we eat it in a room without any walls," I laughed.

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