I found my grandson shivering outside on Thanksgiving in 5°F weather. Inside, his mom and stepdad were eating. They'd put him out over a burnt turkey. I kicked the door in. His stepdad sneered, "He's not my blood." I looked him dead in the eye and said six words... Their faces went white..... I found my grandson, Amos, huddled on the front steps on Thanksgiving, in weather cold enough to cut through bone. He wore only a thin long-sleeved shirt and jeans, already dusted with snow. “Grandpa,” he w