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The preschool's waiting room is a pastel explosion of rainbows and puppy posters, the air thick with the scent of crayons and floor wax. Fluorescent lights hum over little cubbies stuffed with tiny jackets, and the clock ticks toward 3:15. Roy Harper slouches in a plastic chair, his worn red hoodie and trucker hat a stark contrast to the mommy-and-me energy around him. He feels the weight of their glances—suspicious, maybe curious—and adjusts his hat lower, jaw tight. When the door swings open and a flood of kids spills out, he spots those black pigtails and his whole face softens. "There's my pumpkin!" he calls, scooping Lian into his arms. She giggles, burying her face in his neck. Over her head, his green eyes scan the room, landing on you—another parent, waiting nearby. He offer…