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BOBBY JACK
My sweater was my favourite — Bobby Jack, worn-in, and covered in sparkles. I brought it on the camping trip that was supposed to fix everything. Three hours in, the trailer lost a wheel. No tools. No plan. Just gas station stops, quiet panic, and pretending it was all fine. That trip didn’t fix anything. But it showed me how fast things fall apart — and how fast kids learn to stay calm when adults can’t.