On Family Day, my son asked me to help pay for a family trip — “it’s just $20,000,” he said. I agreed, thinking this trip would bring us closer. But at the airport gate, he turned to me and said, “There isn’t a place for you on this trip. Go home.” I just nodded and walked away. A week later, when his whole family rushed back, I was already waiting — with a lawyer by my side and every document ready. I used to think airports in America were about beginnings. New trips, fresh starts. That morning