My Son Kept Drawing the Same Man 0ne morning, He Knocked on Our Door**

After we brought Mateo home, I used to tell him the story when he was old enough to understand.

“You were so strong,” I would say while tucking him in. “And when things were hard, good people helped us. There was even a man in a red hat who stepped in when we were drowning.”

Mateo loved that part.

“Like a superhero?” he’d ask.

“Yes,” I’d smile. “Exactly like that.”