She Said My 13-Year-Old Didn’t Belong at the Table—Thanksgiving Didn’t End the Way She Expected

design. The cast member treated him with complete seriousness, explaining the significance of each choice. When Max ignited his finished lightsaber for the first time and that blue glow lit up his face, I had to blink back tears.

“Mom,” he said, turning to me with the lightsaber humming. “This is the best thing ever.”

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