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This morning, a beautiful, chilly autumn morning, I walked into Starbucks (surprising, right?). Like in all Starbucks Coffee shops, there were a variety of people sitting at the tables and standing around waiting for their names to be called; some were on their laptops, some were engaging in dialogue, and some were with their kids. Typically, when I enter into a public place, I can’t help but inconspicuously observe the behaviors of others. I’m sure the majority of us do this. I simply observe, notice, and become aware of my surroundings. After I ordered a latte (shockingly not pumpkin spice), I chose a table to where I would sit, and I began to put down my belongings. Facing the window, in two chairs, sat a father and his son. The father was middle aged and the son, about 5 or 6. The son was casually playing a game on a device (his father’s phone, I hope and assume) and the father was simply sitting there, grinning, seeming as if he was relishing in the moment, content in the fac...