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So, I never thought I’d have my little brother tagging along with me at work, but here we are. He’s only six, and lately, he’s been super curious about what I actually do all day in my uniform. He asked about a hundred questions at breakfast, and before I knew it, I told him, “Alright, you wanna see what it’s really like?” I checked with my supervisor, and somehow, we made it work for a few hours.
He tugs on my sleeve and says, “I think the puppy’s hiding under the old swing set. That’s where I’d go if I was scared.” The parents looked at me, I shrugged, and we checked—and sure enough, the puppy was wedged right underneath, shaking like a leaf. My brother crawled in and coaxed him out with his granola bar, calm as anything.
