People grow. He’s a person. He grows.

People grow. He’s a person. He grows.
It’s my job to give him every opportunity I would want myself.
Life is about finding your home team.
Verbal or non, autism or not, kids are kids.
I’ll always be proud of him, even if this phase doesn’t last.
I’m never surprised. I’m never let down.
How terrible must that be for him?
I endured the rest of the class in stunned silence and never came back.
Ten years later, we’re not doomed at all. In fact, we’re great.
There are no lined-up shoes, objects spun on the floor, or persistent questions.
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