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During the drive, Damian was silent.. and so did I. I was lucky that little Rai came along with us. He talked non-stop, telling us stories of the past two days he spent with my mom, how he met his cousin - my brother’s son - what game they played, and everything else. Damian and I listened carefully, giving answers here and there when Rai needed them. I had never seen little Rai look and sound so excited before. He seemed comfortable with Damian, even more comfortable than with Cole. It must be because I always told him stories about his daddy and Damian. Traffic was even more of a nightmare at this time of day. Damian decided that we should go to a restaurant to have dinner instead of a coffee shop so Rai could eat too. I agreed with him. When we reached the building where the restaurant