When we entered his house, it was like going to a whole new world. We wound around each room, hallway and door looking at everything, taking it all in.
With each step, I became nervous. What if it didn't go well? What if we didn't get the right picture? What if he didn't like him?
It was our turn. We walked into a small, quiet and peaceful room with one other family.
Nathan walked up to Mickey Mouse, gave him a hug, and said-in a muffled voice-"Mickey! I missed you."
That is when I started crying. My son was Believing.
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