My son Eli is only ten — but he’s got the kind of heart this world doesn’t see enough of. He thanks every bus driver, waves at garbage collectors, and even moves beetles off the sidewalk so no one steps on them. A few weeks ago, I noticed something odd — peanut butter vanishing fast, bread running out twice as quick. I thought it was a growth spurt. But his lunchbox? Always spotless. Not a single crumb. Then one chilly afternoon, I followed him — just to make sure he was okay. He stopped behind